by Stiletto_41
Midgar was what remained. War and fiends were taking the rest. A city divided into two, at once a nexus of senseless depravity and vacuous complacency, and the singular hub of culture and progress as a beacon to the shrinking world. One Shinra Power Company won the global fight to own and dominate everything, and that everything was steadily buckling under pushback from a living planet they’ve butchered. And there was Cloud Strife, awoken from forgotten origins in this wilted setting, the lead act in a carnival of death. Under tyranny of the company he once served, he would rove as a fighter for nothing, joined by performers leading a revolution for nothing. An ancient calamity awoken alongside him would see him on top of an empire brought to heel in its dying hours, for no purpose but its own. The greatest jostle for power at the end of the world was the most meaningless. See this great performance. See this tale of violence, futility, atrophy, debasement, and trauma. See nothing that you want, but everything that this world is. This is a remake of Final Fantasy VII. (part 1.)
