"I am twelve years old in 1983, playing Wizardry obsessively on my first computer, a Mac IIe, I think. In my faded memory, there are minimal graphics I think the game was in color, but I cant swear to it. I am alone in my room for hours, taking comfort in this game. Frustrated with my immigrant parents, whose priorities are so different from my own. I have read countless books, but sometimes, those stories only arouse longings they cannot satisfy. Wizardry offers a dungeon to explore, gold and weapons to accumulate, monsters to slay. A sequence of small, measurable tasks, that can be accomplished and celebrated. A refuge"