It’s been over a month now since I finished the main storyline of Final Fantasy XV. Boy oh boy was that ending a doozy. As per usual, my entire playthrough was such an emotional experience — so much that the week that followed after I finished the game was filled with a lot of post-video game blues, emotional trauma, bittersweet nostalgia, and crying.
Lots and lots and lots of crying. Nothing new with me, it seems.
FFXV tells the tale of Prince Noctis Lucis Caelum — a.k.a. Noct, a.k.a. my precious darling SON WHO MUST BE PROTECTED AT ALL COSTS — as he travels across the nation with his three buddies: Prompto (my sweet sunshine of a Chocobae), Ignis (resident Cooking Mama and all-around housewife), and Gladiolus (Papa Lion Daddy who does not need to keep his shirt on, thank you very much). Collectively, the fandom (myself included) refers to these four as the beloved Chocobros.
So the Chocobros are making their way to Altissia because Noct is set to marry his childhood friend, Lunafreya Nox Fleuret (former princess of Tenebrae and is also the ~*~Oracle~*~), as part of the negotiations regarding a peace treaty between Noct’s homeland, Lucis, and its nemesis, Niflheim.
Long story short, FFXV is all a glorified road trip about a bunch of bros and you think it’s all fun and games until the story progresses and all the feels start to come out and so when it all ends your soul is just ripped out from your body and-