Okay, now I’m pissed.
Yesterday, at approximately 7:30 pm, I trundled out of the car, threaded my way past ice and doggiedoo, my copy of “Syberia” clutched in my hot little hand. I installed it. And thus, at about eightish, I began to play.
At roughly 2 AM, I went to bed, slept until 10ish, did a little putzing around with various projects, walked to the store, came home, played Syberia.
It was fun. There was a lot about mammoths. I like mammoths. There’s a mystery race of people that ride mammoths on a deserted island somewhere in Siberia. Cool by me.
At right around 7 pm, not quite twenty-four hours from when I got out of the car, I talk to an NPC whom I assume will take me off to the island of mammoths. I sit through a lengthy cutscene, Coke in hand, awaiting hot click-object-on-mammoth adventure game action.
I get the end credits. Nary a mammoth in sight.
Allowing for sleep and putzing, I defeated this game in about twelve hours. And we’re not talking walkthrough-in-hand defeat, either. I draw the line at believing that I am some kind of amazing Adventure Game Guru. This was just appallingly short. I mean, I lay out thirty bucks for a game, I expect a few more hours of gameplay out of it–it’s not like the movies!
Gmmmnfrrrf. I’m gonna go reinstall “Longest Journey”–it’s been a couple of years and hopefully I’ve forgotten most of the puzzles. My adventure game fix hasn’t been anything like satisfied…I need some more clicking.