Skip to main content

Game Review: Terminator, Salvation

     Hey, everyone. It's a beautiful day here. (Blatant lie) I had promised to tell you a bit about a new IOS game I bought called Terminator Salvation. It's a rowdy shooter game that is a reasonable $4.99 on the app store. I bought it about the same time that I bought N.O.V.A 2 and forgive me if I use the two for a 'this porridge is too hot, this is too cold'  type of review.
    Terminator follows John Connor and his comrades through a series of landscapes which are rendered very well. They fight various robots and terminator-type tanks, planes and vehicles. It's humans against machines for control of the planet.
    Skynet, the computer entity that has become self aware, just like a Microsoft Update gone awry, has control of things, and our human friends are not content with that. You fight your way through creepy caves with proximity mines, shooting everything that breathes doesn't breathe. There is a canyon battle, a desert battle and a fight through the city streets of a ruined L.A. , to mention a few.
    As I mentioned when I wrote the NOVA review, Terminator is an easier shooter than NOVA. Terminator's porridge is a tiny bit cool and NOVA 2's porridge is a bit too hot. Carnivore's porridge is just right for this old man. I like all three shooter games and I recommend all three. I like the way that Terminator gives you an assist in aiming if you really stink. When I told an intense gamer friend of mine this, did I detect just the slightest sneer on his lips? Perhaps.
     To be blunt, good games and movies, like beauty, is often in the eye of the beholder. Try the free version of all these games is my advice. If you are into puzzle games and word games you probably won't buy any of them. I bid you farewell.
    CE Wills

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

The White Chicken Mystery

    The other night I happened to come home very late. It was the middle of the night and I was driving up a steep mountain road. Near the top I saw something white in my headlights. It was standing in the other lane, standing very still. It was a large white chicken. It was probably a rooster because I thought I could see his comb as I whizzed by at my customary pace. He never moved a muscle. This is weird, don't you think?      After a couple of days to consider this phenomenon, I have come up with some plausible answers for his bizarre behavior. 1. He was conflicted whether or not he should cross the road. 2. He was feeling cocky and decided to play chicken with the traffic. 3.He was being hen-pecked at home and had decided to end it all. 4. Someone had egged him on to do it. 5. He had just watched the movie Fantastic Four and decided to try to stop a truck the way that Ben Grimm did on the bridge. 6. He had driven himself crazy wondering if ...

Egg Art

     Hey, everyone. One of the odd customs in America is the Easter Egg Hunt. Here at the Green Retreat, we do a hunt every Spring. I just ran across some of the pictures from this years hunt and it is obvious that an artist had sneaked into our midst. The orange egg is a rendering of one of the Angry Birds of gaming lore. If I were a bird and had to pass an egg that size, I would be angry too. Ha, ha.      We typically will dye about 10 dozen eggs and people get quite creative with their quotes and colors, as you can see. Many of the eggs are a bit risque for these pages. After having a few laughs, we hide the eggs. All of them are never found, which is cool. It is amusing to see old men (me) and all ages of folks, walking around with a basket on their arm. Some of the hiding spots are dastardly. Like eggs hidden in the guttering downspouts and ten foot up a tree. The kids are perhaps the most devious at hiding the colorful orbs, goi...

The Biscuit

    Hey, everyone. What a relief that Christmas is over, huh? I don't think it was meant to be the way it is.     I started thinking about the so-called good 'ole days today. My wife says that at her house, they would take a left-over biscuit and shine their shoes before church. I one-upped her by saying, "Oh, yeah? I ate the biscuit when everyone got finished with it. And I was grateful for it." Truly, though, you can and people did, shine their shoes with a biscuit. Hey, they were greasy little buggers.     Speaking of greasy little buggers, I remember when everyone had wells and were very conservative about water, particularly those of us who had to crank a handle up and down to get a bucket of water. There was no daily bath. (No showers in those days, mate.) About twice a week we took a bath and here's the recipe: The oldest kid took a bath first, then the next oldest etc. You can see why younger siblings hated the older. Bathing in the...