If there's one thing I've learned from Syberia, it's to never ever get a cellphone. Nothing ruins the ambiance of a creepy deserted clockwork russian factory like having your cheating husband and so-called-best-friend calling you every five minutes to wheedle and gloat.
If there's two things I've learned from Syberia, it's to charter a plane to follow a set of mysterious train tracks instead of relying on a fricking clockwork train that runs down every few hundred miles.
The third lesson is that everyone is crazy, but I already knew that.
If there's two things I've learned from Syberia, it's to charter a plane to follow a set of mysterious train tracks instead of relying on a fricking clockwork train that runs down every few hundred miles.
The third lesson is that everyone is crazy, but I already knew that.