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Game Review: Carnivores, Ice Age

    Hey, everyone. I was very excited to see that my friends at Tatem Games had brought out a new edition of their Carnivore game. As you may remember, their Carnivore: Dinosaur Hunter is my favorite game. So, when I saw that they had brought out a new one it was a no-brainer to buy it.
    The new game is $2.99, like the previous one. It has five different hunting areas and 9 different prehistoric beasts you can hunt. These include the wooly rhinoceros, a huge, moose-type creature, a monstrous wolf, a mammoth, a cave bear that weighs 3 tons and a saber-tooth tiger they call a smilodon. (sounds like a game show host)
    Like its predecessor, the game is great fun. I was hunting one of the big wolves that weighs almost half a ton. As he charged me one of my bullets must have struck his spine because he yelped and leaped straight up in the air and fell dead. It so startled me that I jumped about a foot in my seat. Very comical.
    One of the animals you hunt is this 6 foot carnivorous chicken with a bad attitude. He reminds me of an ostrich. Its fun to lure him in with a fake call, then drop the hammer on him. I'm sure it would taste like chicken, if I could grill it.
    If you are a devotee of the first game and hoping for something radically different, this probably is not your dream come true. What it is, well, its a 5 star game, very playable, very fun and definitely worth your hard-earned coin at $2.99.
    A couple of other notes. My wife asked me if perhaps, I was getting too engrossed in my gaming. This took me by surprise as nothing could be further from the truth. I was sitting in my recliner, dressed in my asbestos suit with a flowing white scarf around my neck, goggles and the whole enchilada. I was involved in a race at Mayapan Beach on Real Racing 2. I guess what worried her was when I laughed cruelly while nudging a fellow racer into a wall at 175 miles an hour. It put a dent in my Vette, by the way.
    Also, I wrote a short story tonight. It's good and I might use it as an ending for a novel or publish it as a short story on Smashwords. I'll let you know in a few days.
    Lastly, if anyone from Tatem Games reads this, could you create a game where we can go on an African safari? Or maybe a hunt in Appalachia, USA, where an elderly guy hunts mountain lions, zen squirrels and lonesome turtles named Walter.
    From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.

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