Once upon a time, I borrowed my friend's old PlayStation and copy of Final Fantasy VII. Well into the PS2's lifespan, he no longer had any immediate need for it. This gave me plenty of time to get through this game I desperately wished to play, independently of his watchful eye, while sprawled on the carpet of his room.
A game unlike any other I had experienced, it consumed my life for many hours, many days. The plot thickened and my heart raced, though I knew what was coming; so familiar was this detail, it was impossible to avoid, even for the most spoiler-wary among us.
Here: the moment I had been dreading.
Wait.
"Insert disc 2"
And so I carefully plopped it in, as directed. And I waited. And waited. And waited. Minutes passed, but still the words: "Insert disc 2".
Perchance it was disc 3 I had inserted? I checked the jewel case, but to my dismay, disc 1, disc 3 were all I would see. Then it hit me. The disc would not be read! I called my friend; he wouldn't believe me, at first. But this would pass, and I was left at a standstill, my dream forcibly flung aside, much as disc 2 had likely been, for it to be left in such a sordid state.
But out of the darkness shone a glimmer of hope. Another friend had this game. Surely I could use his disc 2, if for but a mere while?
Success. I reloaded my save, strode onward and there: "Insert disc 2". But on this occasion, my confidence showed. The newly obtained disc was inserted and it worked!
The pre-rendered cutscene played, and it stirred me as I'd hoped it would. But then something happened which I hadn't counted on. My friend wanted his disc back. Not quite so generous as the owner of the PlayStation, I thought; it was unfortunate but I acquiesced. But then my clearly more worthy friend, whose disc 2 was damaged, had an idea. The cutscene had played, now return disc 1 to the console. I could hardly believe it, but the game continued as ever. I remained skeptical at first, but as an hour passed without a hitch, I began to accept this alternative ploy as one which would carry me forth.
The days passed and my love affair with this most treasured game continued. 50 hours. 60? Perhaps more. These were the best of times. Then... nothingness. The screen went black. What could have gone wrong? I waited but to no avail. The next screen would not load.
Luckily, I had saved recently. This was no matter; a simple freeze could not stop me, after all I had been through to get this far.
I hit the reset button. Click. Click. Click. The load game screen appeared and I clicked again.
Nothing happened. Wait. A prompt?
"This save file is corrupt."