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What a Mess!

Earlier today I was chatting with my roommate about old games from childhood, feeling nostalgic in talking about dysentery deaths on the Oregon Trail and crunching numbers in Number Munchers. What a trip. I then started to think about other games that I really enjoyed from the 90s - things like Putt Putt and Spy Fox. Then there were the games that came installed on an old Mac that we inherited from my grandpa when he passed. There were all sorts of random games - Snood, Mario's Game Gallery, (Knock knock. Who's there? Jamaica. Jamaica who? Ja makin' me cookoo crazy!) Goldpusher, and finally, my favorite: A Mess O' Trouble.

AMOT, as it's fondly dubbed, is a game that I can recall playing everyday, yet could never beat or make my way through the maze. It has seriously haunted me for years. Sadly, our Mac died and we switched to a PC, for which AMOT was not available.

Many years later, I borrowed an old Apple laptop from my uncle (think early 2000s before OS X) and had again attempted to beat the game after downloading it to no avail as there were some major problems with the processor, unfortunately.

When I bought my Macbook Pro last year, I remembered the game again and thought to look it up to see if it was available for download. Sadly, it was not available for OS X without using an emulator...until just four days ago! Hurrah!

For $5, you can now download the game from the App Store with its original black and white interface and graphics. Make your way through Ray's Maze and wander through the original worlds and complete quests and tasks.  Its original characters reprise their roles (Dawn and Frank) as your hero and heroine.


What early computer games do you remember and love?

Em

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