"What did you say?" asks my wife, poking her head into the living room. "Oh." When she sees what I'm doing, she exits in a hurry because I'm not talking to her. I'm talking to Seaman, the hideous, fussy, cranky, mopey creature on my TV screen. My wife is beginning to suspect that I'm having an affair with it. I'm not sure she's wrong. Seaman ($49.95) is a truly bizarre new game for Dreamcast, Sega's plucky, we're-not-PlayStation home-gaming console--but I use the term game loosely.
The object of Seaman is to take care of a slimy, sinister creature that looks...
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