Now, we can begin.
My brother and I started and played FFXI at the same time. I remember telling him I didn't want to put any money towards the PS2 version because, and I quote, "I probably wouldn't play it much." You all know how that turned out.
We started on the same account, different characters. Passing the controller back and forth. Because of this, we couldn't do anything together ingame, so we were just forced to help each other out externally (re: not kill one another over who's turn it was).
I wanna say he did more stuff than I actually did, even though I had more game time. I remember him entering that Ballista Royale tournament, and it was awesome, even if their team was knocked out in the second round. It was two rounds further than I got. He was a master at murdering the shit out of Stroper Chyme and was a gosh darn sexy thief with his scorpion harness and knives and stuff.
If there was a nickname I could give him that suited him, it would be "Ballista master thief and killer of Stroper Chyme sometimes."
Perfect.
Eventually after I moved to Louisiana and set up the game down there, he agreed to open another account so we could play. I transferred all of his things and deleted his character. It was sad, and I felt really bad about doing that, but I helped him out as much as I could. I promise.
We played XIV together as well, buying the v1.0 collector's edition and having a woo-dilly of a time, all the while ignoring the fact we paid $80 for early access to a pile of shit.
There aren't many things better than playing a game with a close family member, and everything we did I treasure. It was fun and awesome and I hope to continue to have more adventures with you, brother. Even if you're a poopy butt fart from a shit fuck.
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