It's 1976 - a different '76. Stretched out before you are thousands of miles of desert - the American Southwest. The massive engine roars as you slam down the accelerator. It's time to get funked up. You are Groove Champion, auto-vigilante. Your agenda: Payback for your dead sister. Your weapon: A 425-horsepower '72 Picard Piranha with two 50-caliber M60 machine guns on top and a flame-thrower on the side. You're one mean dude in an even meaner ride. They've messed with the wrong Champion.
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imagine me picking up a copy of this in tesco at 9 years old with absolutely no frame of reference for anything it's doing. i just assumed america was like this all the time.