Maybe it’s the onset of colder weather, the sense that winter is around the corner, so it’s time to hunker down. But for whatever reason, over the last week or two, I’ve been wanting a more chilled-out, laid-back gaming experience. I wanted to play an adventure game.
It had been awhile — I first dabbled in this genre in my earliest days as a gamer, in the early 1990s, cutting my teeth on classics like “The Secret of Monkey Island.” Since then, the genre, which tends to rely on lots of dialogue, story, and (often quirky and only borderline logical) problem-solving, has frequently taken a back seat to more action-oriented types of games. As graphics have improved, as we’ve been able to render human and alien bodies getting blown apart in ever-more-realistic detail, it’s no wonder that less cognitively intensive genres have caught on. You can’t even die in most adventure games. (“Where’s the fun in that!” a generation of younger gamers screams in unison.)