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I've beaten Armored Core VI, all the way through the third loop. I've S-ranked every mission, and then I went back and S-ranked a bunch of them again to get better recordings. I have every piece of equipment, every combat log, every OS upgrade. Although my fingers haven't given up their itch for it, I can't justify playing this game anymore when so many other games are sitting on my virtual shelf, so I'm putting it away. For now.

As I always do with FromSoft titles, I've recorded my major accomplishments. They're available for anyone who's interested in two different playlists:

  • My boss fights, including AC fights that felt major enough to be worth including. These are all official story mission victories in the order I did them in my three loops through the game.

  • My S ranks, in the order they appear in the game. If you're struggling to S-rank a specific mission, this may help you out.

I had five different Armored Cores I rotated through for the S ranks, largely based on my experimentation during the main game:

FLAUMPTCH "Three Time Charmed"

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FLAUMPTCH kicking the shit out of a CATAPHRACT
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My go-to mech. Double SG-027 ZIMMERMAN shotguns are already a cliché but they're so much fun I can't bring myself to care. They force you to prioritize getting in close, hitting quick, and punishing hard. The digitigrade legs allow for huge quick boosts to get out of dodge fast if the enemy starts a melee attack or an AOE, plus it gives a great kick with a long hitbox—crucial for punishing staggers during this build's long reload windows.



The Conformist Review

A triumph of anti-fascist filmmaking that never allows itself to become complacent or moralistic. Although the film is structured around the personal failings of Clerici, it's not a pillory. It's deeply interested in his own battle with himself, between the part of him that longs to be normal and the part which the Quadris catch glimpses of that aspires to be a whole person. It is the tragedy of a man who has choices and chooses wrong again and again.

Despite this tragic bent, it's also dryly humorous. The set design, particularly in the scenes set in fascist Italy, is quietly but deeply satirical: huge useless empty spaces, people shuffling around lugging gargantuan fascist statues, marble so pervasive it becomes a parody of elegance. Tacky prints mounted like fine art. A room drenched in walnuts. The film is clear: fascism is deadly but it's also ridiculous. For all its supposed grandeur, it was only ever a bully dressing like a Roman to make himself feel big.