Introduction
The name’s Davenport. I review games.
So the other day, this guy walks into my office wearin’ an old-school spacesuit: silvery, bubble helmet, rocket pack, the works. That spelled “pulp scifi” to me, so I was already interested before Mr. Spaceman even opened his mouth.
Which was a good thing, since he did a whole lotta mouth-openin’.
“GREETINGS, SPACE CADET!” he says, tromping up to my desk with book in hand. (What is it about spacesuits that make people yell, anyway? Must be the bubble helmets.) “I am Captain Rick Atomic, here to present you with a review manual for Rocket Age, a roleplaying game in the retro-futuristic 1930s!”
“Yeah, that sounds…”
“SEE the awe-inspiring dinosaurs of Venus!”
“Okay, I…”
“SEE the mysterious ruins of Ancient Mars!”
“If you could just…”
“SEE the horrifying mutants of Io!”
“Let me know when you’re done.”
“SEE the amazing flying saucers of Europa!”
I lit up a smoke.
“ROCKET RANGERS, AWAAAAAAAY!!!”
And he blasts off through the ceiling. Which meant only one thing.
Mrs. Jones up in 211 was gonna be pissed.

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