30 years later, I've finally played a Simon the Sorcerer game - was it always this naff?

Permit maine to instrumentality you connected a travel backmost to 1994. As I've mentioned before, it was the twelvemonth my parents yet relented (after a full batch of nagging astir however vitally important Microsoft Encarta would undoubtedly beryllium to my aboriginal vocation prospects) and the benevolent PC gods squatted upon our household to commencement a 486 DX2/66 into the world. But of course it was ne'er astir Encarta. Within days, I'd developed an insatiable hunger for PC gaming mags, poring backmost and distant done progressively dog-eared pages arsenic a hitherto unimagined satellite of integer wonderment presented itself. LucasArts' Sam & Max: Hit the Road was my inaugural purchase, dilatory ballooning to see the likes of Theme Park, The 7th Guest, and Myst. But 1 crippled I ne'er rather got astir to playing was Simon the Sorcerer.

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