gasp!
Stay a while. Stay FOREVER! (or, as misquoted by one of my mother’s friends who watched her husband play it: “Stay a while. Stay a long while!”)
I haven’t beat that yet! I have a new mission in life, and I want to accomplish that my this afternoon. Destroy him, my robots.
The only other game I can think of is Final Fantasy XII. Seriously. Everybody else I knew had it, I watched them play, but I kept avoiding some of the major plotlines, so I could play it one day. When one friend finished it, another friend would start over. I was so interested in it, I couldn’t wait. What system was it for? Playstation? Well, after a while, somebody “borrowed” my friends’ Playstation, and it never came back. Since I didn’t own a Playstation at the time, I needed the PC version. Only one problem: I didn’t have a PC, either.
However, I ended up getting one for Christmas one year, and one of the first things I did, nearly a year after everyone had played and beat the game, bought it for my PC. However, work started up again and I was too busy to play it. My little brother asked if he could play it so I lent it to him. No problem, I trust him. When he finishes, my then boyfriend asked if he could borrow it and play it. Okay. I couldn’t play it on his computer, because, as he put it, I couldn’t “hog [his] computer to play a big game like that.” Even though I lived there, and hadn’t once played the game. I asked if I could play it once in a while, and that was the response. I installed it once, figuring I could play it while he was at work, but when he noticed the icon on his desktop, he tore me a new one for “taking up too much space on [his computer]”. (I am not exactly what you would call computer illiterate and wasn’t then, either. He had more than enough room. Two weeks later, he felt like playing the game again, so he installed it for himself. I still wasn’t “allowed” to play it.)
I finally got it back while I was sneakily packing my bags to get the hell out of that house (not what it seems. Had he known I was packing, I would have gotten a bloody lip. Or much worse.)
So, finally, I bring the game home. By then, I was playing Everquest. So I gave the game to my brother, saying he could have it. He took it, played it again a few times. Then, as I was packing to move into a roommate’s house, he handed it back to me, and told me it was mine, and I really should play it, at least once.
So I moved in with roommate, thinking I’d have some free time to play my game! Woo! But no, roomie had other plans: to make me her own personal Cinderella! Even when I quit my job, and started looking for a new one, she had me scrubbing floors, walls, windows, taking care of her animals, plants, dishes - this place had to sparkle, top to bottom, or she would kick me the hell out. Even though I was paying board. And she was a filthy, messy person - no hyperbole involved. It took me all day and night to clean that damn house. (It was a trailer. In order to clean the floors and walls of one room, I had to move all of the furniture into the next room. The furniture had to be cleaned. The floors behind and under the furniture had to be clean. She owned a cat (plus my own cat), and a gigantic, shedding, black dog that was too big for the trailer and often knocked things over and chewed things up, which I was responsible for, somehow). Pride wouldn’t allow me to move back home with my parents until my mother begged me to come home. I had no pride left by then anyway.
Shortly after, I went on vacation out here to Seattle - which turned into a surprise marriage, and I haven’t left. My mother packed up some of my things and shipped them out to me. On top of the first package was FFXII. Good old little bro! Making sure I got it back.
It’s now in a pile of CDs on the desk. I haven’t played it yet. Maybe I should give it a try? 
Wow. I didn’t realise that FFVII was the story of my life. Well, at least since 1997.