My son and I have been playing Indiana Jones, Fate of Atlantis, for a few weeks together now. Nearly every night we'll sit down and play until we make some sort of progress. He's a fantastic problem solver and has come up with ideas I never would have thought of on my own. We make a good team.
Anway, at the beginning of the week we finally made it to the lovely Greek island of Crete. I actually visited Crete as a kid about a year younger than my son. Seeing the LucasArts representation on my Amiga's CRT was quite a thrill. The graphics in this game... I just love them. They look great. And the writing is so spot on. Everything about it - it really hits all the right buttons.
But there are times like with all of these types of games where we are near the end of our wits wondering what to do.
For the past three nights we've been clicking and searching and clicking and using and clicking...
Then, last night, a break-through! We finally found a hidden secret and progressed to a seriously creepy labyrinth (good place to stop). But getting to that point, each and every little win feels monumentous.