MYST, to correctly shout its name, begins with a man mumbling something about a book. Mostly because of my declining faculties, but also desperate survival. The Macciest of all Mac games, a shiny veneer plastered across empty nothingness.Īnd I suppose if I were held hostage in a dank prison cell for ten years, and allowed only seven songs to listen to, I'd eventually convince myself they were the best songs. ('And why should I need an eject button when I can drag this icon laboriously across the desktop and drop it on this other icon instead? Or more usually unfold a paperclip and frantically wedge it into this tiny hole on the front of the machine conveniently located where your PC wastes space with a button.') And they'd delude themselves and all those around them that the scant few games they could play were all absolute stone-cold classics.

'Well actually it's MUCH better for graphic design work,' they'd say, having never done any graphic design work, nor ever intending to.

They'd been sold such a lemon, and such an expensive lemon, that there was nothing for it but to double-down and pretend it was by far the superior choice. They'd spent a vast amount of money on a machine that had about seven games available for it total, no right mouse button, and no eject button on the floppy drive. Myst was, of course, a game championed by the worst people who existed in the 1990s: Mac owners. (For clarity, I'm playing the supremely arrogantly named 'Masterpiece Edition', rather than 'RealMyst', because this is about being right about the game that came out in 1993, not one of the sad attempts to fix it in the meantime.) Who will I even be? Am I a man entirely built on a foundation of hating one game? Nrrrgghhhhh - I'm pressing Play. what if it's fine? I'm inviting a potential existential crisis that could unravel me like an old jumper. I've just installed Myst onto my PC, on purpose. What if I'm wrong about Myst? What if my deep-set loathing of this screensaver with levers is based on the opinions of a less advanced earlier iteration of myself? To see this content please enable targeting cookies. But, today I confront myself with an uncomfortable reality: I've not played it in a very long time. Seriously, I'm talking for 21 years professionally, and six years before that as a hobbyist hater of terrible games.

I have been rude about Myst for longer than many readers will have been alive. Past Perfect is a retrospective column in which we look back into gaming history to see whether old favourites are still worth playing today.

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