Amidst the city’s impenetrable and perpetual aura of darkness, it was impossible to imagine a world inhabited by vast green plains and snow-tipped mountain peaks. But unbeknown to me and my eclectic band of adventurers, Final Fantasy VII’s Midgar was merely the prologue to an immense and immersive drama; the fairy tale of a generation.
It was also the moment that video games revealed themselves to be far more than ‘mindless’ entertainment – they could be tools of imaginative exploration and vast reservoirs of story-telling potential.
And if imagining anything other than Midgar’s dark and dank pre-rendered reality was difficult enough, imagining any kind of experience beyond the crumbling concrete of Shinra’s Mako-powered metropolis lay at a point beyond impossible. At the unwitting age of seven years old, Cloud and crew’s bike escape – a scenario often exploited for the purpose of conveniently book-ending a video game narrative – wasn’t only the end of the literal road, it was also the end of a soldier’s story. Or, so I thought.
What was this ‘World Map’? What was I supposed to do, exactly? Where would Squaresoft’s creative minds take me? It was these questions, or my inability to answer them, that made this crude collection of green polygons – and daylight, of course – particularly exciting. At such a young age, never before had I experienced such a sense of freedom or independence – even if it was just an illusion, a construct in my mind. As such, Final Fantasy VII’s ‘break-out’ moment, and the awe and curiosity it inspired, will forever remain at the forefront of my favourite moments of the medium.
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