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Nope.  "Space" is part (or stem) of one of the words in the title though.  Also, I believe it is one of the first adventure games to come on CD-ROM.

Another from the game.

  I vote for extension, maybe until Friday or Saturday-ish.

Could be tough...So for a slight hint, this one came out in the early 90s.

In the beginning of the game your character is attacked by an alien mugger, and the police reward you for capturing him (or it).

Hare Raising Havoc

Hmmm...One of the Splatterhouse games?

  Haha, seriously?  Wouldn't it be more reprehensible if they pocketed (or taken as profit) the extra 3 million?

[Anaconda Man-Beast]

TROPE: AfroAssKicker

“I am so sick of these crackas!” exclaimed Superbro.  His best friend, Chuck N. Jive, replied, “Try these Saltines, they are much better than the knockoffs,” and handed him a box of the brand name cracked pepper crackers as they both watched the Soul Train ripoff, Soul Tram.  Jive said, “Yo Superbro, you wanna roll out and get your fro steamed?”  Superbro lept off the couch and, with a big mid-air roundhouse kick, hit the TV off button.  Superbro landed near the front door and replied, “Yea man, we out.”  He opened the door and swaggered out to their stylish ride; the Pimpberghini.  Jive jumped in the passenger seat, while Superbro did a double-twisting backflip into the driver's seat.  The roof of the car was fro-friendly, and so both Superbro and Jive had plenty of room.  They tore off at top speed to their favorite local barber shop:  Mow Fros. 

“I can't stand this whitebread!” declared Superbro.  Jive passed him a few slices of wheat bread and said, “Here, these taste better and are good for you.”  Superbro and Jive had just got their Afros steamed and trimmed to their exacting specifications, and were now relaxing in a Panera Bread.  Jive's phone rang and he answered.  Superbro could see Jive's head nodding initially, and then his brow furrowed with worry.  Superbro rarely worried…Partly due to his being six foot five of rock solid muscle, but mainly due to the fact that he is a superhero.  Superbro is a platinum belt in every major form of martial arts, an expert marksman with every kind of firearm, and he had placed in powerlifting competitions until they kicked him out for winning too much.  He feared nothing...Well, almost nothing.  Superbro had his own version of kryptonite, and his trusty sidekick Jive had saved him on numerous occasions when his archenemies took advantage of this weakness.  Jive put the phone down, sighed, and said, “Superbro, man, I'm sorry but…” and he abruptly stopped talking and exclaimed, “Superbro, down!”  Superbro, knowing what the warning was referring to, buried his face into his hands and said, “Let me know when it's cool.”  Jive motioned for the man who was wearing his friend's Achilles heel to come over.  Jive said to the man, “Look Chet, You're going to have to either leave or take that off.  It's like kryptonite to my man here,” while pointing at his chest.  The man replied, “It's Bif actually, look I don't want any trouble,” and he simply strolled out of the front door.  Superbro queried in a muffled voice, “Yo man, we good to go?”  Jive said, “Yea man…He out.  Why people gotta wear sweater vests anyway?”  Superbro could feel all the women in Panera Bread staring at him, and he said to Jive, “Let's roll Jive...These ladies stare at me too long and they become preggo.”

“Yo Casper, what's doing?” said Superbro to the man dressed up in a Casper outfit standing in front of the costume store.  Jive and Superbro had left the small bakery and were walking around the downtown area and Jive decided to bring up a touchy subject.  Jive said, ”Yo man black power and all but sometimes you say things that could be taken as racist.  Maybe you are trying for double entendres, or irony, or maybe you just innocently say this stuff which could be taken out of context but-“ and before he could finish, Jive was knocked over by a large armed man wearing a ski mask who was sprinting towards a beat-up van.  Superbro shouted, “Yo man, hold up!” and chased after him.  The masked man turned, pointed a Beretta 686 over-under shotgun at his pursuer, and fired.  Superbro immediately lowered his head, and the shotgun pellets ricocheted harmlessly off his afro, and he continued pursuit.  The masked man fired again, and this time Superbro leapt high into the air as the pellets passed underneath him.  While flying through the air, Superbro reached into his fro and began rapidly throwing ninja afro picks at his attacker.  The assailant deflected several ninja picks with the now empty shotgun, while several others impacted into his right shoulder.  He resumed his attempted escape by racing towards the van.  Superbro shouted, “Pump yo brakes fool, Superbro's got beef with you!”  The attacker charged into the van, and was about to start the engine when his door was ripped off the hinges.  Superbro threw the door aside, grabbed his attacker in headlock and dragged him out of the van.  Jive walked up and said, “It's about to get real now homeboy!  You just nicked my man's freshly quaffed fro with pellet shot!”  Superbro lifted the man into the air and preceded to military press him up and down above his head.  The man said, “Ok…ok.  You can have the money, just let me go.”  Superbro threw his former attacker up in the air, caught him, and then piledrived him on the concrete parking lot.  The man was on the ground moaning, and he pointed towards the van and said, “Money…yours…leave me be.”  Superbro and Jive searched the van, and it appeared as if the man had robbed the orphanage nearby.  They tied up the robber and threw him in the back of the van.  Superbro took off for the orphanage in the van and Jive followed in the Pimpberghini.

Superbro walked into the front office of the orphanage and exclaimed, “Hey Honky!”  Jive shook his head and said under his breath to Superbro, “Man this is what I'm telling you, you gotta chill with that racist-“ and was cut off when the headmaster of the orphanage came up and hugged Superbro.  The man pulled back from the embrace and extended his hand towards Jive and said, “Deacon Earl Honkey at your service.”  Jive shook his head and returned the handshake.   Deacon Honkey said, “Thanks Superbro for returning our money and belongings that were stolen last week.  The man apparently was in the process of robbing a house when you guys caught him.  Anyway, drive him over to the police station and they will sort him out.”  Superbro and Jive exchanged a glance, and Superbro said, “Sir, I'm no fan of the Po Po, and so I need you to square it away while Jive and I go out for some smooth Anaconda Man-Beast liquor to celebrate.”  The Deacon appeared to mull this over and said, ”Sure, I understand.  Look I have another issue maybe you guys could help with.  In desperation to keep this place afloat for the kids, I borrowed some money from a seedy loan shark who isn't being very patient with the orphanage's payback plan.  Maybe you could talk to them.”  Jive asked, “Where we rollin?”  Deacon Honkey said, “Rusty Cross Trailer Park.”  Superbro lamented, “Ah man, that's those pajama wearing racist suckah's crib.  MOTHERFU-“

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…and now my brothers we return to our regularly scheduled program…

Superbro was in the passenger side of the Pimpbergini as they pulled up to the Rusty Cross Trailer Park.  “Groove Line” by Heatwave had been blasting until Superbro turned off the radio, dramatically jumped out, and marched over to what he guessed was the grand dragon's trailer.   Jive, while smaller than Superbro and not an actual superhero, was tough in his own right and so he accompanied his longtime friend.  The trailers were in a complete state of disrepair, and trash was strewn about all over the ground.  The place smelled of hot garbage.  Superbro shook his head as he walked, ducked under a clothesline, and was about to knock on the main trailer door when he heard, “Git them coons!”  Jive and Superbro both started their attack katas when they heard a shotgun blast followed by a “Yeeehaaaa.”  Out from behind the trailer walked a grimy looking redneck holding two dead raccoons.  The redneck looked at Superbro and said, “Daggum raccoons been tearing up my gardens.” and proceeded over to a pit and threw both raccoons in it.  He then walked back over to Superbro and said, “I know you, you're the superhero who risks his neck for the brother man.“  Jive backed up against the main trailer and looked around carefully.  Superbro replied, “Yea, I can dig it.”  The redneck said, ”But you have a weakness...Merle!”  Suddenly the sound of wheels and pulleys could be heard, and sweater vests were being moved along the clothesline with the largest pair of panties Superbro and Jive had ever seen.  Jive ran towards the clothesline and began yanking the vests off, starting with the Ed Hardy vest.  Superbro was on the ground spasming and frothing at the mouth.  Jive had yanked off his third vest when out of nowhere the monstrous panties were thrown in his face and he found himself in a bear hug.  Jive could hear the first redneck yell, “Yea, get him Big Rita!” and Superbro moaning on the ground.  Jive was able to work his right arm free from Big Rita's grasp.  Just as he clapped her left ear, Jive caught a glimpse of a large skid mark in the panties.  Big Rita reeled from the ear clap, and Jive was able to extricate himself from the panty tangle.  He then headbutted her for good measure, which caused Big Rita to fully release Jive from her clutches, and she fell to the ground.  The first redneck ran over yelling, but was abruptly stopped when Jive shoulder tackled him.  Still thinking of Big Rita's skid mark, Jive vomited up Anaconda Man-Beast malt liquor all over his attacker's face.  Jive then jumped up, grabbed the clothesline, and ran behind the main trailer dragging all of the sweater vests with him.

Minutes later…the head redneck, Big Rita, and Merle were standing near where the scuffle had taken place.  The main redneck said, “That blasted Superbro was laying yonder as a defeated man.  What happened?”  Merle replied, “I'da thought that many sweater vests would keel ‘em.  Them thangs were super douchey to!”  Big Rita scratched her quintuple chin and said, “And whar is dat udder one?”  Superbro soared through the air from the top of the main trailer and dropkicked all three of his foes: Big Rita with the left, Merle with the right, and he nailed the head redneck with his middle leg.  Jive calmly walked over the Superbro who was staring down at his knocked out opponents.  Superbro cracked his neck and then his knuckles, and declared, “Dayum!  Big Rita's got some junk in her trunk.”  Jive chuckled and replied, “She got junk everywhere homeboy, you don't want none of that.”  Superbro threw his big arm around Jive and said, “Thanks for the vest save bro, now let's help the orphanage, find some fly ass hos, and drink Big Rita's weight in Anaconda Man-Beast malt liquor â€" and not necessarily in that order.”

Time Gentlemen, Please!

Yep.

Btw. have you ever played it?

Nope, but I'm aware of it as being one of the early adventure games.  Around the time it came out, or maybe a little after, I was plugging away on an Atari 8-bit (800xl and later 130xe).

Clean #2
Dark Splash #3

Below the Root

  Most stunning cockpit I've ever seen in a space game.

  Also, I love Pinback's dungeon crawl GUI.

  Cool, I'll wait for a few reviews before considering picking it up. 

  I'm also not digging the Angry Birds cameo.

http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AfroAsskicker

Sup homeboys.  Your jive soul bro AfroAssKicker in the house.

Yep, your turn. 

Goblins 2

The dark eye. One of my favourites.

Yup, you are up.