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by Pstonie (4 August 2004)

The adventure games community is filled with all types of creative people these days. You could hardly swing a flaming cat without hitting someone who has an idea about creating something. There is also, within this community a small number of people who have given up the sweet fruits of progress to dwell in the dark, damp catacombs of yesteryear. They choose to play adventure games exclusively, and I used to be a visiting member of this particular belief.

I would normally have to get a change of underwear and try to convince everyone that I spilled beer on my pants in a situation such as what took place today. Thankfully, I was able to tone my excitement down to a light trickle when I learned that the sequel to the excellent Apprentice, The Knight’s Move, had been released. I had a chance to play it briefly and players may be in for a unique delight well worth the 44MB download. I can certainly suggest that you check it out from the few screens that I was treated to.


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Ever since I sold out to the devil (or Jethro if you know him well enough) I have noticed a decline in my tolerance factor for traipsing about an adventure game in search of a certain unnamed object. I select the games that I devote my free time to very carefully and I usually have enough time to marvel at some beautiful artwork and a fantastic musical score before I realise that I really have no idea what I'm supposed to be doing in the game and decide to go see what the cops in Vice City are up to.

I have become a creature of instant gaming gratification. I demand gaming satisfaction right this instant or heads are going to roll. Occasionally I find something that can distract me from the happenings in Vice City, however briefly. Rumours around the campfire are that Doom 3 might hold something of interest for me, since it's reportedly a feast for the senses. The murmurings around a completely different campfire are that I might be able to get my dirty little paws on it soon. The future is, for me, filled with delight once more.