Darling Dahlia

'Final Fantasy XI': A Dying Game?

I remember the day my father brought the game home. I remember sitting down on the floor, my eyes wide as he ran through East Ronfaure, unable to determine if that giant branch he was under was going to rise up from the ground, and kill him. I remember the gentle lull of the music, as I dozed off beside his chair, eyes fluttering, my mind reeling as it tried to prepare for the adventures that were yet to come.