I remember the exact moment RPGs changed for me. It was Christmas 1991, and I was thirteen years old, unwrapping the familiar shape of a Super Nintendo game box with tempered excitement. The previous three gifts had been clothes—my mom’s annual attempt to sneak practical items into what I considered a purely entertainment-focused holiday. But this rectangular package held promise. I tore through the wrapping paper to reveal Final Fantasy II (actually Final Fantasy IV…
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I still remember the exact moment Diablo took over my life. It was January 1997, a Tuesday night with snow…
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