Very disappointing news: the fix that I had hoped would solve the problems with the Linux version did not, in fact, do so. I am still looking for alternative solutions, but I cannot offer any sort of timeline. At the moment I am stumped.
I would encourage anyone wanting to play the game on Linux to consider purchasing the game at https://mikegentry5.itch.io/anchorhead instead. It is the exact same build as the version that was to be offered on Steam, except that it works.
Very disappointing news: the fix that I had hoped would solve the problems with the Linux version did not, in fact, do so. I am still looking for alternative solutions, but I cannot offer any sort of timeline. At the moment I am stumped.
I would encourage anyone wanting to play the game on Linux to consider purchasing the game at https://mikegentry5.itch.io/anchorhead instead. It is the exact same build as the version that was to be offered on Steam, except that it works.
Game is not tagged as available on Linux on Steam.
Linux is not in the OS list.
You take a deep breath of salty air as the first raindrops begin to spatter the pavement, and the swollen, slate-colored clouds that blanket the sky mutter ominous portents amongst themselves over the little coastal town of Anchorhead.
Anchorhead is a text adventure game in the style of classic Infocom games from the 1980s. No graphics, no menus, no point-and-click — you navigate a written story using typed commands, and read what happens next.
Travel to the haunted coastal town of Anchorhead, Massachusetts and uncover the roots of a horrific conspiracy inspired by the works of H. P. Lovecraft. Search through musty archives and tomes of esoteric lore; dodge hostile townsfolk; combat a generation-spanning evil that threatens your family and the entire world. A sprawling, meticulously detailed setting, brought to life by finely crafted prose and illustrated with dozens of spine-chilling illustrations, ensures that the story will stay with you long after you finish playing the game.
A sullen belch emanates from the clouds, and the rain starts coming down harder — fat, cold drops smacking loudly against the cobblestones. Shouldn't it be snowing in New England at this time of year? With a sigh, you open your umbrella.