Considering their incessant hard-on for irritating DRM, killing off of the first three Chaos Rings games, and constant re-releases of classic Square games (like they’re totally the same company) that invariably have ugly new art or translations or other problems that ruin them, Square-Enix spent the latter part of 2015 and the rest of 2016 going out of their way to make me hate them. Imagine if Picasso had been possessed by some kind of mischievous spirit that granted him immortality, but also caused him to run around smearing excrement all over his most beloved paintings. That’s a window into the way I’ve come to view Square-Enix these past few years, and so I resolved to buy Final Fantasy 15 both used and at a price low enough to handle another Final Fantasy 13-tier disaster. The stars aligned and that happened surprisingly quickly, as it turns out, but don’t confuse my hatred of Square-Enix as a sign that I’m not willing to give their games a chance: Final Fantasy 15 is quite a bit better than 13 in terms of story (and as a result, better overall in my book), though its shameless forays into various types of “modern popular” trends and mechanics cause it to be unfocused, poorly paced, and frustratingly tedious. That’s not to say that there’s no fun to be had, of course. That fun is merely suffocated under 40-odd hours of maddening sidequest busywork.