In the end, it was simply depressing.
It is depressing that I failed, of course. Failure is always miserable. Failing to finish FFX, though: that particular feeling of depression pales into insignificance when compared to the sheer morbidity involved in contemplating even looking at those terrible terrible characters with their terrible terrible whiny voices for even another minute. I just couldn’t do it any more. It had become too horrible a prospect. I survived maybe thirty hours; and every single shred of hope for some tiny glimmer of fun to be had with this monumentally bad game was systematically stripped away over those thirty gruelling hours. No more. I just couldn’t take it. It broke me. Read more