A rudimentary system of rock, paper, scissors was established, figuring that if something didn't work against one thing, it'd work against another. Instead, it's merely served to colour my approach to strategy, or action, or any relatable game. The Lucasarts masterpieces were undoubtedly available, and my father was hardly ignorant of what was going on in games. I'm surprised it wasn't a genesis into adventure games. Looking back, I'm amazed my young mind could get around some of it I must've guessed my way past a good majority. Arbitrary restrictions placed upon who could go where, based on how they looked, with a far too unforgiving lock out mechanism, I'd be lucky to get four or five out of my sixteen past. The Didimension Hotel in particular, was one of the ones I avoided if I could. None grated quite so much, even if they frustrated, annoyed, and bored me in equal measure. I grew to loathe them further when they were allowed ice cream too. And, should they not be happy with the delicious banquet I picked for them, they'd send one of my delicate Zoombinis flying with a backhanded slap. It was for anthropomorphic trees, the 'Pizza Trolls'. Here I was, able to pick the toppings, anything I'd like.
The greasy, meaty, cheesy deliciousness that was the only thing asked for when my mother asked for supper suggestions. It tapped in to the hiding 'let's play dressup' side of young boys by letting you pick how your Zoombinis look, and then throwing you, a puzzle in, against choosing the toppings of Pizza.
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The game knew how to grab attention, too.
I'm sure that instead of being responsible for my B in GSCE Maths, it was the cause of missed homework and hogging the computer from my equally deluded brother. Gracing the box cover was the tag line 'Building Advanced Maths Thinking Skills', indicating that some misguided belief from my parents that games could be used to catapult me into a respectable, well paying job was still present. This was The Logical Journey of the Zoombinis, the game that took up two years of my childish life, the only game I owned until Age of Empires years later. And I was the one to bring all thousand of their sorry, idiotic, blissfully ignorant arses all the way there. A modern Rome, just waiting for them to populate.
I was their Moses, the ferryman of their salvation, bringing them from the hellish confines of their old home, riddled with evil 'Bloats', helping them cross great trials and tribulations to finally reach their mecca, the promised land, resplendent with schools, hospitals, a town hall, and beautiful, straight roads. In the book of my life, an entire chapter would be given to aubergines wearing sunglasses. Today's guest emblogginator is the aubergine-educated Phill "The Poisoned Sponge" Cameron, who fills us on on the obscure annex of edutainment that defined his childhood: The Logical Journey of the Zoombinis.