Sure we had “the computer room”
But at one idyllic time in my life I had the immense privilege of having a pc in my bedroom. Set up on some wooden nightstand with a glass table top. The tower straight up on my grimy pink bedroom carpet. And next to it on the floor I kept my collection of ~5 CD ROMS each bragging about their own “40 Best [adventure/strategy/action/etc] Games”

I’d come home from school, do my homework, turn on my computer, open Lotus Word Pro and write short stories (edgy poems and songs in Notepad) filling up every last floppy disk we owned with my feelings and fables.
The sun would set, both of my parents now home from work and one of them would holler for me to come down for dinner (typically a meat + potatoes or maybe my very favourite spaghetti with slurpy noodles. Every meal served with several glasses of milk. You Had To Have Your MILK). Bathtime would follow and then I could usually watch some TV before bed. My mom would tuck me in and I would lay there waiting for hours until I heard my dad snoring and could safely assume the rest of the house was asleep.

The glowing red numbers on my clock would display any time between 12-2AM and slowly I’d step out of bed, hoping that the floors were feeling less creaky than they had always been, shove a blanket under my door, and creep as lightly as I could over to My Computer. Eventually my big brain realized having a more even weight distribution on the floors was guaranteed to minimize the risk of the ol’ boards ratting me out and I developed a strategy of slithering out of bed like a snake and crawling over to the machine.

I’d wake my PC up, open the disk drive vrrrrr, plop one of those “40 Best (x) Games” CDs, launch the DOS program and search for my f a v o u r i t e game.
More glowing red as the screen flashes “TE-13 TOO EVIL FOR UNDER 13” and then the classic image you see on this page of Margaret holding her dagger with a demon on her back.

Sneaking out of bed late on a school night to play this game of witchcraft and death and the devil is probably when I first got used to playing things without sound. It scared me. The real danger of getting in trouble by my parents scared me, the subject matter and storytelling scared me and when I would turn it off to try and sleep the grisly images of sacrificed goats or bodies left on gallows or cabins with blood spattered walls or skeletons would keep me up.

This is one of those games that is so precious to me and held so deeply at my core that all I can really say is thank you Gabe Macchia. I love your UI, I love your art and I love this game with all my heart.