There’s an arcade game I love called Growl. It came out in 1990 and it was about Indiana Jones killing poachers. Not a gang of poachers, but every participant in an industrial poaching complex living in a country made entirely of barrels each of which contained a machine gun or rocket launcher. It only had four different enemies, and only two of those weren’t women or children. Every night I stare at the fourteen Pac-Man strategy guides I own and whisper, “I wish just one of you useless pieces of trash was about Growl.”
Well, somehow the darkness answered. On my bookshelf this morning was 13 Pac-Man books and this…
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