Final Fantasy XXVII is pretty good. You play as a person with a troubled past but eyes to dream for, fighting through the world with your unrealistically large weapon and a pair of hot pants, falling in love with people in your party not two weeks after promising the people of the land that you'd do anything to help them, spending precious sleeping time making sighs and girly fem grunts while you have stammering, intense awkward silence ridden conversations.
Then she dies and you go back to the future.