As anyone who has spent time at our house knows, Gene and I own all the video games. By “all,” I mean most arcade, NES, SNES, N64, Sega and Atari games, as well as some of the XBox games and a few other systems. We don’t have those fancy-pants new systems like Wii, but we do own thousands of games, all stored on our living room computer.
We don’t have TV, so we can’t just flip on a Friends rerun if we need to unwind of an evening. Instead, Gene sometimes flips through the games, trying various new titles out, while I sit beside him reading or egging him on. Last night he discovered my new favorite: an arcade game called Cadillacs and Dinosaurs.
That deserved the italics. And you know it.
The game is based on a comic book series called Xenozoic Tales about a post-apocalyptic world where dinosaurs have retaken the planet. The main characters, lacking normal fuel, have modified their classic Cadillacs to run on dinosaur shit.
Well, you can imagine. As you walk along, you often come upon a little huddle of bad guys sitting around torturing dinosaurs: slicing them up, or lighting their eggs on fire, or just beating them with sticks. So you fight these guys, presumably to save the dinosaurs, but then sometimes the dinosaurs also turn on you. Other times they fight for you.
This game must be a tree-hugger’s dream: You’re fighting as hard as you can to save some natural beast or phenomenon which would cheerfully kill you as soon as look at you. And you’ve found an alternate fuel source for your car.
You will like Cadillacs and Dinosaurs if you like Cadillacs, dinosaurs, and things that are absurd.