With an appropriately bloopy soundtrack, this side-scroller is just as punishing as it was back in the day.

That distinguishing feature of the street-architecture of Paris—the porte cochère—has its prototype still in the City of London, though it is almost as seldom met with now as the pointed gable, the latticed window, or the overhanging story of a much earlier period. […] But exceptions to the rule may yet be found, and here and there the curious seeker may stumble, even at the present hour, upon a genuine porte cochère.

She’s not as sexy as you first think — you’ll see she’s just HFFA once you start talking to her.

K.P. Arches—Like a housewife who spends a day on the range, a soldier gets tired feet and is eager to hit the sack.