Anyway, it's not like the concept hadn't worked before. Which probably means some fanboy made it up. Capcom evidently thought so too, though interestingly enough, this version was produced in tandem with the arcade version, if Wikipedia is to be believed. Oh, and his game is harder than Charlton Heston's nuts and playing it will make you a man.īut what about that NES version? Now, you'd be forgiven for thinking it impossible to distill the unbridled awesomeness of arcade Strider into one of those familiar little gray carts. He's a misogynist who assaults jungle chicks and Chinese women (communists).
He fights on the backs of dinosaurs (dinosaurs!). He's a brightly colored ninja who doesn't give a fuck about being seen because dammit he has a big sword and he will walk deliberately forward and mutilate everything in his path. And it was every bit as awesome as my prepubescent mind had imaged it. Sure, I was aware of the Genesis port, the NES version, and the franchise's subsequent disappearance before resurfacing in the 32-bit era, but it wasn't until I was in my late teens that I got to experience Strider in earnest. However, being in the single digit age range and thus not having the patience to put up with C64 load times, I quickly forgot about Strider. What could possibly be cooler than a future ninja? Maybe a future dinosaur ninja on a skateboard in Vuarnets, but my point is, Strider seemed rad as shit to me at the time. Put yourself in the mentality of a six year old born in the 80s for a second. My brother paused for a second, then laconically replied, "He's like a ninja in the future." Anyway, one day I spied my eldest brother playing a new game on his Commodore 64, a port of the arcade version of Strider. Starting off a review with my life's story always makes me feel like a tawdry whore, but you're going to sit through it and like it or you can just hit that back button right this instant, my friend. As a wee lad, I knew that Strider was awesome.
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