Imagine that someone gave you the Twilight series and, for the sake of argumentation, vampires were a new thing that you’d never heard of before.
Now, imagine that you’d read through about the first book and a half to two books, and by the end of them, you almost sort of understood what a vampire was, but not quite, and the main plot development over the course of the two novels was that people really didn’t like vampires at all, except some vampires that everyone was cool with, and you weren’t entirely sure why, and you also never really got to see what a vampire did ever, so you were never entirely sure why anyone was afraid in the first place.
Welcome to the first twenty hours of Final Fantasy XIII.
At this point, I don’t really care about the game itself - you can read about the gameplay on any number of gaming sites. What I want to focus on is the plot of the game.
Because it is the worst written thing I’ve ever encountered. And I’ve read Vince Flynn novels. Plural.
Spoilers ahead.