This interactive game requires the use of JavaScript in a reasonably recent browser. I've borrowed this modification of the game with permission from the person who modified the game. I've made further modifications necessary to allow players to fight the Femforce. Despite my efforts, sometimes the game gets hung up because the javascript is so large. Like my predecessor in borrowing this game, I don't know how to get around that. I'm told that sometimes emptying the memory cache or increasing the memory cache available might help. Most of the time the game plays all the way through. Sometimes it hangs up. When it stops running, the only solution is to start over. Sorry! If any of you are javascript experts and can help me get that, and any other glitches, solved, I'd be most appreciative.
Here's the situation:
It's 1988. You're looking to make a name for yourself in the crime biz but the major players don't take you seriously. You've spoken to RipJaw and he agrees you're strong, tough, and smart, but he'd like to see some proof that you can handle yourself under pressure. He offers you a deal. The Femforce is at a low point. Miss Victory has become Rad and left the team. His hated enemy Colt is acting as the team leader. If you can infiltrate Femforce Headquarters, and take them all out, especially Colt, he'll put you in charge of all his operations outside of Florida. Of course, he doesn't think you can do it, but you intend to prove him wrong.
You've already surreptitiously entered the Femforce Headquarters. You took no weapons in with you so that none would be detected. Once inside, you enter the ventilation system. You pause at the break room. Something's warming up in the microwave. Sliding out of the shaft, you pull a small vial of a knockout drug from your sleeve, pause the timer on the oven, and pop open the door. You pour your "special ingredient" into the bowl inside, close the door, and restart the oven before crawling back into the vent. Your heart rate speeds up as She-Cat sidles into the room. Her food ready, she sits down at the table and proceeds to lap it up. After only a few spoonfuls, a wave of nausea washes over her. The heroine's efforts to focus her eyes fail and she falls face first into what's left of her chili. Your first victim is already out like a light.
You step out of the vent and dust yourself off. Hearing voices in the background, you hide behind the break room door. Tara and some blonde you don't recognize are so deep in conversation that they're already in the room before they see She-Cat sprawled forward on the table. Stepping from behind the door, you crack their heads together. The blonde sinks to the floor like a shot, but Tara staggers away from you. You follow up and smash her with an elbow to the temple that takes her to the ground. As the bleary-eyed Jungle Girl tries to rise to her knees, you punt her in the jaw. A finished Tara falls backward, landing in the corner in a heap.
Two Femforcers down, three to go.