There’s a sequence early in Final Fantasy XVI that made me cringe. A few dramatic plot beats, including a few throat-cuttings and a kid getting hosed like he’s in a slasher film, lead into a fight between two characters in beastly forms. The end result is bloody—like, really bloody, as the victor repeatedly smashes the other’s skull and the camera focuses on the crimson smears around them. Then there’s the squishing, the awful, high-fidelity, wet, juicy fruit-fisting squishing that accompanies the whole thing.