Before fancy graphics, coherent writing, and cultural sensitivity, the world was a badder place. Join us as we remember a time when having three frames of animation for your sprite was a luxury and the only requirement for rescuing the president from ninjas was being sufficiently bad.
What could go wrong when Jessica vacations at an upstate lake resort with a painting of Edgar Allen Poe in every room? Murder, for one thing. But even worse, she must suffer the awkward romantic advances of an amateur ornithologist. Luckily, he turns out to be the killer. Two birds, one stone. Well played, Fletcher.