Protoculture supply was dwindling, the galaxywide war running down like clockwork as both sides' resources and infrastructures declined.

Auto racing was a glamorous extension of Detroit's iconic position in American life, where win on Sunday, sell on Monday was gospel truth.

How do you get past the flying creatures in the third stage?

Geezers need excitement / If their lives don't provide 'em this, they incite violence / Common sense, simple common sense