Persona 5: The Phantom X Ongoing Review

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Okay, so listen. I’ve always kinda given the side-eye to those Persona spin-offs. You know what I mean? Like, take something super rich and dense, twist it, and bam—new game. Sounds sketchy, right? Anyway, so I dive into Persona5: The Phantom X, and wow, yeah, it’s got that classic vibe. They’ve got these killer animated cutscenes and a soundtrack that gave me legit goosebumps. It’s like they didn’t want to mess with the recipe too much. But then, surprise (not really), you get hit with those mobile game shenanigans. Premium currencies, oh joy. Haven’t played enough to drop a full review yet, but man, there’s that sneaky feeling this nostalgic trip is gonna turn into a grind fest. Big sigh.

Now, the twist here? New hero alert. No Joker, but meet Nagisa Kamisiro. You can pick a name, but that’s beside the point. Nagisa gets recruited by this cute, almost annoyingly adorable owl named Lufel. Suddenly, poof, life’s all about battling this dark cloud of despair swallowing up the world. Like, “Hey, no pressure, just save humanity, cool?” So yeah, Kamisiro’s diving into this shadow world, smacking monsters around, Persona style. Feels like déjà vu if you played Persona 5. It’s like a remix but, you know, without remixes’ originality.

Right, so you’ve got this vibe where you zip around Tokyo, right? Real Tokyo neighborhoods, flashy lights, and, oh, these creepy monster mind-invading sequences. Sounds fun? If you dig the turn-based combat, point for you. It’s all there. But yeah, Kamisiro’s a teen, so you’ve got to juggle school, a side hustle, regular teen stuff, yadda yadda. It feels like a Persona cosplay—wearing the vibe but not really innovating.

Here’s a twist, though: characters. A bunch of new faces—like Motoha, the baseball dude, and Tomiyama, your slightly over-attached neighbor. They talk, they joke, and you sorta start caring. Lufel’s got this outdated, medieval-sounding vocabulary, and trust me, it’s hilarious when nobody gets what the heck they’re saying. It’s those moments that kinda hook you because, honestly, I didn’t think I’d care.

So, in Kamisiro’s world, you do all these day-to-day things. Like, head to the Konbini, grab some groceries, you know? Maybe not crucial for saving the world, but somehow I like it. Tokyo feels alive, even its crazy-busy intersections. The Shibuya Scramble? Been there, gotta love it. And yes, that iconic puppy statue still makes me smile. It’s random, but those bits bring a kinda warmth.

Combat time—always comes back to that, right? You jump into battles through this Metaverse app thing on Nagisa’s phone. Kinda wild. But guess what? You need something called Stamina. If you’re out, no battles for you until it refreshes. Oh, but keep grinding or—cue eye-roll—spend some cash, and maybe you’ll snag a sweet upgrade or two. I’ve danced around the edges of these mechanics, but it’s starting to smell a bit like a pay-to-win trap.

Now, don’t get me wrong, the fights are solid. Plays like Persona 5, which means turn-based attacks with all those flashy elements—fire, ice, and all that jazz. Enemies have these funky looks, and you cycle through attack options like Pokémon but with more swagger. Even if the battles don’t spark new thrill, the music… just hits right.

Then, oh man, there are gacha systems everywhere! I mean, sure, you can slog it out and earn stuff through grinding, but we all know where this is heading. Gotta hand it to the game, though—still haven’t hit a paywall. Yet. They’re easing me in, no doubt.

Biggest gripe? It feels like a Persona 5 clone in a new outfit. Like a déjà vu but dressed up differently. Not to bash The Phantom X, ‘cause the story’s got some oomph, plus those characters are relatable. The first chapters pulled me in, big time. But when I weigh The Phantom X against the original—a game I already adore—it’s a tough sell, especially with all those gacha twists waiting in the wings.

So yeah, that’s where I’m at with Persona5: The Phantom X. Every time I play more, I wonder if it’ll break out and show me something fresh. Maybe it will. Maybe not. Time’s the only judge, I guess.