One of my favourite things about video games is exploration.
I love the feeling of being transported to somewhere unfamiliar and given a new world to discover. Not knowing what lies in store over that mountain in the distance, or who I’m going to meet on on my way there, pulls me in every time.
I usually credit The Secret of Monkey Island for starting my gaming adventure.
As explained in a post about my favourite character from the series, it was the first game I played on my Amiga 500 when I was nine. After being gifted the machine by my parents for Christmas and spending all morning trying to hook it up to our television, my dad had asked me what I’d wanted to do next.
I fell in love with The Secret of Monkey Island when I was nine-years old.
It was the first game I played after being gifted an Amiga 500 for Christmas by my parents. A particular box had caught my eye, one showing a huge skull and fearsome pirates, and this was what I’d picked when my dad had asked me what I wanted to try.