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Καλο φαινεται, δε το εψαξα πολυ αλλα ειχε πλακα που για οποια αναζητηση και να κανα μου εδινε σχεδον παντα αποτελεσματα πολυ ευστοχα.
Αλλα δε ξερω τι νοημα εχει κατι τετοιο περα απο το χαβαλε δε βλεπω καμια πρακτικη αξια και με αυτο το ονομα κανεις δε προκειται να το παρει στα σοβαρα. Καλη προσπαθεια αλλα θα παει απατο...
Τέλειο! Βέβαια δεν είναι δυνατόν να προχωρήσει με την υπάρχουσα τεχνολογία κάτι τέτοιο καθώς χρειάζεται υπεραγωγούς + μαγνητικό δρόμο + θερμοκρασίες πολύ χαμηλές, αλλά και πάλι... έπος!
Brandon Chinn discusses how Final Fantasy IX gave him and his brother hope, a moral compass, and a sense of family/unity, during his parents’ divorce.
When I was not yet a decade into life, my parents had an ugly divorce. It was, in no way, mutual. It was a monster bred of anger and unfaithfulness, and they did nothing to keep the pain from their children. My parents (to this day) decided that making their children take sides, spreading their ugly bias, and making a broken family would be more important than any measure of forced harmony.
When I was about fourteen, my younger brother and I rented a copy of Final Fantasy IX. At this time, neither of us had much experience with the role-playing genre. I had spent a bit of time with ‘classic-era’ Final Fantasies through floppy-disc-run emulation, but my fourteen-year-old self was not ready for the World provided in the third-dimension.
I was enthralled, we both were. Not only was the world of Gaia so visceral and , but the characters were like a family. Zidane and his good-natured antics kept us laughing, while Vivi’s questions with life made us think, kept us somber. Steiner’s incredulous blind path through ignorance made us roll our eyes, while at the same time opened the door to true understanding in our own lives. If my father was screaming like a child about my mother or step-father, Final Fantasy IX was instilling life lessons and a sense of love and community. If my mother was crying and ranting about my poor behavior or the evil ‘non-Christian’ ways of my father, I was sailing the Blue Narcissus through the vast seas of the Outer Continent. Final Fantasy IX provided much more than simple escapism, it provided a world of exploration for me and my brother to stomp through. Love, hope, courage, true friendship, perseverance, and most of all pride and respect, this game instilled in us the importance of the RPG genre. Still to this day do I praise RPGs for their continual smart morality (for the most part).
My brother and I bonded by helping each other defeat bosses. When he couldn’t defeat a particularly tough foe (such as Ark), I would beat it for him or save over his file with my own. We would trade secrets found, discuss whether or not Dagger and Zidane would end up together, and contemplated the best Abilities to equip for any given moment. We spent an entire summer pouring over this game, and eventually got the strategy guide (which even at a young age, we hated).
I remember one time where my father spent hours screaming at us for something that was, in all honestly, in no way understandable for boys of fourteen and twelve (we may have even been younger at the time, if I am misremembering). But through my tear-stained eyes and shaking hands, I gripped the controller and watched Zidane conquer his fears while the song ‘You Are Not Alone’ freed me from the wrath of parents that were borderline childish and psychotic.
Final Fantasy will always mean something more to me than anyone is able to trivialize or take away. For that, I owe it my sanity. I owe Final Fantasy IX my life.
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