There are too many comments everywhere

Unless it's something like Elder Scrolls where exploits are so easy to find on accident, I've never been the kind of person to actively look for exploits.

There is an exploit in FFXII for killing the dinosaur. It involves using a nearby wolf as a meat shield/carousel and abusing items, and learning of this exploit is actually what inspired me to pick the game up again.

"Finally, this fucking dinosaur will feel my unwavering low-level wrath!" I proclaimed triumphantly, feeling my passion and fury reignite for the first time in 11 years. I set aside an afternoon to grind for the necessary items, and with all provisions set I was ready.

It was eleven days ago now. Possibly even twelve, but I remember it like a vivid dream from last month. I entered the area. Irl, I turned my heater on to simulate the heat of the in-game desert. I savored the atmosphere of the moment, gorged myself on every slow step taken towards my adversary, as I knew this moment would mark the closing of a key chapter in history.

The dinosaur faded into view as I approached, walking in circles and eating helpless wolves the same as it did all those years ago. I felt like I was crumbling under the weight of the moment, but I pressed on in defiance of all weakness. I stood, face-to-face with my foe as if we were evenly matched.

There, staring into the abyssal pixels of this dinosaur's glare, I noticed that I was hesitant. Almost like a kind of pre-nut clarity, I came to my senses before even reaching the edge. I suddenly found myself asking... "why?"

"What did I believe was at stake on this dinosaur?" - and I was despairing to admit - I did not know. The thought, now, was edging me to tears rather than climax and I panicked under fear that my rage was pointless. I walked, I fought, I lived as a gamer. But in that moment I cried as a man.

I looked back up on the screen, back upon that wretched dinosaur, and in its insentient stare I saw the vague, dim glimmer... of friendship. It had haunted my thoughts for years, left scars on my dreams, but in so it could be said that it was the only one who was always with me. Always pushing me forward.

"I'll see you in the next life, old friend" I said. I unequipped my weapon and punched my companion to simulate a brofist and let him kill me one final time.

And that's how I first learned forgiveness