Hello again, everyone, and welcome to yet another Let’s Play by yours truly. Some of you may remember my LP of Phantasy Star 3, and you may also remember from my Lunar LPs that I don’t always tend to do things in the correct order. And if there is one RPG series known for its loose grip on continuity, then Phantasy Star would be it. Whether I will ever turn to Phantasy Star 1 and 2 after this remains to be seen, but for now, prepare yourself for adventure once more. Prepare yourself for….
PHANTASY STAR 4: The End of Backtracking!
Prologue – The Hunter and the Hunter.
And now it was time for the long, long struggle of modern times.
By that time, the people were well and truly tired of those damned bells. Those were the days of….
“Huh?! What?! Heart? Who do I look like? Ma Ti?”
“Wake up, Sunshine, or I’m going to knock your lights out. We have work to do.”
“Yeah, yeah. Cripes, this is one hell of a way to start the day. Don’t I have anything to say?”
“Yeah, that’s cute, Mr. Bust-a-Rhyme, but I still don’t see those boots on your feet. Walking in the desert barefoot kind of hurt, you know.”
“Do I get a car? Chicks dig the car.”
“No, and one more Schumacherism out of you and you’re going to be fired… out of a cannon and into the sun.”
“Cool. Frat parties, here I come.”
“I don’t know which alternate universe you think we’re in, but if you expect any parties where we’re going, you’re going to end up disappointed.”
“And we’re just going to… off, damn sandboots… anyway, we’re just going to do that?”
“Sure, why not? If it’s a serious offer, we have a job to do. And if not… I guess having a real-life example of why it’s a bad idea to piss off the guild can be valuable too.”
“Good point.”
“Well, time to go and… hey, the guards are playing Tetris with the bushes again. This needs to stop.”
“The Blocky Bushes Gardener Foundation can handle it. We have more important things on our plate right now.”
“Right-O.”
“Yeesh, I was just making small talk. No need to bite my toes off.”
“My apologies, Einstein. I’ll just mentally file away the note saying brains don’t work very well when they’ve been impaled by a Locusta scythe limb. Which is exactly what is going to happen if you don’t pay attention to where you’re going.”
“Point.”
And an even smaller amount of even more elite elitists wonder about even more important things in life and the universe.
“Man, this is one sweet sunrise. Almost makes you even more appreciative of living in a scorching wasteland.”
“Have I ever told you how much I love it when you get all zen and philosophy-like in the middle of a mission?”
“No, not really.”
“And there’s a reason for that.”
“Alright, alright. Yeesh!”