The end of the world. Everyone is standing around, talking to each other, worried about what happens next. Who would have thought that when it was all over, all that would be left would be a dimly lit courtyard with portals leading to every other time period. How absurd. And I get the feeling the old man leaning on that lamp post knows more than he leads on...
I remember as a kid, I was really into my super nintendo, a lot of kids in the neighborhood chose to start detective clubs, I was playing Secret of Mana. A lot of kids played sports, I was forced to join a few soccer leagues myself, but as soon as my cleets were off the field, they were tossed aside so I could play through Rocky Rodent again (That game is fucking hard! I don't think I've ever finished it). But the game that truly hooked me at a very early age, the first game I can remember actually falling in love with, not only turning down outdoor activities for, but actively turning friends away so that I could play it, was Chrono Trigger. This was the game that turned me into the raging, video game obsessed sociopath I am today. It's also the last JRPG I absolutely loved.
Before Chrono Trigger, I went crazy for games like Final Fantasy 3 (VI), Secret of Mana, Super Mario RPG, Earthbound, you know, all the SNES classics, but nothing after Chrono Trigger, to me, ever came remotely close, I liked Final Fantasy VII, I liked a few other titles, but either due to the fact that Chrono Trigger was SO great, or because everything else was so mediocre, I outgrew the genre. But at least once a year, I tear myself away from whatever console/game I'm fully hooked on. Let it be running around the Capital wasteland, collecting body parts in Fallout 3, or beating on crackheads in Condemned, I'll put my next gen console aside, dust off the super nintendo, and spend a few weeks just playing through Chrono Trigger again.
Every year, I think I'll get to drink all the stupid root beers at the festival, or that I might finally be innocent enough that the court will let me escape the dungeon unscathed, yet every year, the story unravels pretty much the same as it has before, although this time, I didn't steal that guys lunch, I found the girls kitten, but I still ran into that clumsy stupid princess. The main difference this time around is that, unlike fifteen years ago, my characters aren't named after my best friends, high school crushes or pets. They aren't named Dicks, or Boobs, or any other vulgar body parts or racial slurs. I've become a purist who keeps the real names, the game is called Chrono Trigger, not Jon Trigger, or PENIS Trigger, come on! That's just immature. The game hasn't had a real sequel, although so many people yearn for one. The game hasn't changed, save for an added dungeon here and there in later re-releases, but that's perfectly fine, because the core game is so great. Just seeing the swinging pendulum in the intro screen brings on such a wave of nostalgia to me that I can't help but feel happy to be playing again, and every year without fault, I always keep one save file right before the future motorcycle race, just in case I want to go back and do it again later on, only to realize that you can do that race whenever you want. Maybe this time I'll remember that.
This love letter to one of my favorite games of all time could go on for several more paragraphs. I could talk about one of the greatest video game soundtracks of all time, I could talk about how I never really played Chrono Cross, or how there are certain endings I still haven't seen, but I feel like I've done this game justice enough, and that all that to say that, no matter where I am in life, working retail, unemployed, working two jobs, living at home, I always make time to escape back to the Millennial fair to check out Lucca's new invention, maybe this time, things will go as planned and she'll unveil this really amazing teleporter, just like in that movie "The Fly".