What the hell is a Strider!?
When I was in the 10th grade – you know, before color and electricity – everyday
after school my friends and I would schlep over to the local ice cream/candy/arcade
shop known as Fudge Alley. We would exchange pleasantries, indulge in a fine
iced cream, compare notes on the female anatomy and play so much damn Strider
that Frank,…
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Improved graphics, sort of
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Nostalgic fun
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It's missing a lot
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<b>Way
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I miss my poochie
