
In a series full of villains who are madmen or suave sinister agents or looming faceless figures in armor, what I love most about this guy is he is just one seedy motherfucker.
Look me in the eye and tell me that wing doesn’t have a pocket for a flask of Night Train. I mean, this is absolutely a man
who owes a significant amount of money to a guy named Switchblade. This is an evil wizard who has sold stolen stereo equipment out of a truck in a Denny’s parking lot. A man who has, at least once, mailed somebody a dead gopher. You can track down Kefka in his tower, Ultimecia in her castle at the end of time, and this guy scalping tickets outside a Phish concert. I’m not saying he can get you E, but he definitely knows a guy.
All I can say is this is the one Final Fantasy villain whose crimes include “loitering.”
This is made, if anything, even funnier by the fact that he has no actual need to do any of that- dude’s an undead immortal, he doesn’t really need the money and probably physically can’t get high. He’s just doing it to be a shit.
Yeah, he could easily spend the years skulking in a dungeon, biding his time until his revenge, but nope, here he is, the universe’s one vengeful revenant who is for obscure reasons no longer welcome at Burning Man.