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A week after Martin revealed himself to be a Street Fighter (the game, of course—though you never know, with that Rufus bod of his), not to mention a stick-making one, I received an e-mail from a guy in dispatch who saw the Squeenix token addressed to me and let me in on his uber FFXI LS. And yet don’t tell me there wasn’t a hint of embarrassment when the nine 75-jobber had to say “Aht Urhgan” aloud, right next to Amber’s. As fond as I am of the old stomping grounds, however, the what, five, six-year-old title is looking a little long in the tooth, compared even to the latest results from a team smaller than an EXP party. I criticize SFIV for doing little if anything for the franchise, apart from keeping it the same as it ever was, but MMORPG endgame isn’t faring much better, I think, without pitting the massively-multiple players against one another.

Tagged Final Fantasy XI, Street Fighter II, work