The most important notice: this game is unfinished. My friend, alas, this game is a testament of the greed in our own world where we live in. A place where a great vision is not precious to what could be a pile of gold or anything that glimmers in one's eye. Many reviews say this game is atrocious. Many reviews say this game is an unblemished gem. Yet they both are right, if unblemished stands for something that was not yet to be revealed for us, what was not yet in it's glory, but still great potential was sought within, and if atrocious corresponds the feelings of utter disappointment and sorrow. Ultima VIII could have been the most astonishing work of digital art, but a simple matter of time threw this much loved child by many talents to the wild harsh world of corporate grayness, as this much we know. Believe me, my friend, that this game drips passion to make us amazed by the world where the Guardian itself rests his throne, and this passion and sense of wonder you will feel every now and then. To my own widely shared agony and bitterness, work was never completed, and what remains is a glimpse of what could have been. So, my beloved Ultima loving chap, or a mere gamer who's interest happens to dwell upon this work, do not touch it. Do not play this game, unless you are seeking for a piece of shared agony, that this game will never fill.
