Imagine, if you will, an epic story. A story of another world. A world in turmoil. Plagued by an evil corporation that is sucking the very life force of this planet, slowly killing it and threatened by an insane warrior, born of alien cells, who wants to strike a mortal blow to the planet. Only 9 people have the bravery to defeat these dangers, and only 9 people have the skill to survive them.
Now imagine the same story with a bunch of nutcases controlling these people, with two rejects from Final Fantasy 8 and an evil perverted villainess thrown in for good measure.
Wait! Don’t leave! It’ll be fun, honest!
"Gods, does he ever shut up?" I thought to myself.
Apparently not, it seemed, as I watched AVALANCHE’s muscle bound leader wave his arms about excitedly as he pep-talked the other members on the importance of this mission.
"There ain’t no gettin’ offa this train we’re on!" He yelled for what seemed the twentieth time, and for what seemed like the twentieth time I felt like proving him wrong and throwing him off the roof.
After what seemed like an eternity, the train pulled into the station.
"Finally!" I growled to myself, as Barret shouted som meaningless platitude to his other three comrades and pushed them through a hatch in the roof as they whimpered and begged for their mommies. We climbed out after them, AVALANCHE’s large leader going first to join his friends, who had somehow knocked down two shinra MPs. I somersaulted down, landing lightly on my feet.
"C’mon newcomer," The big guy said, "follow me."