Sometimes you got to do what you got to do to play Final Fantasy. You know? No one likes jumping through hoops to get what they want and I’m no exception, but for me -- well, let’s just say I’ve done my fair share of jumping. In the name of temporarily satisfying my perpetual need for that magical feeling you can only get from loading up a new Final Fantasy game, I’ve gone through numerous trials and tribulations that no man should ever be exposed to. Playing Final Fantasy III on the SNES was a big, fat to-do - involving a junior high classmate who cruelly refused to let me borrow the cartridge-based game despite the fact that he had already beaten it and was assured complete ownership of my first born. Finding a copy of Final Fantasy VII when it was first released was akin to tracking down a reasonably priced MIB tickle-me-Elmo on eBay during the x-mas of 2000. Playing Final Fantasy IX required a substantial monetary investment due to the fact that I didn’t own a PlayStation at the time and had to put up cash collateral for a rental unit … then kept it and the game for 22 additional days.