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Game Review: Siege Hero

    Hey, everyone. As you probably know, Angry Birds has netted untold millions of dollars as a game, clothing line, plush toys, etc. Well, I was reading an article the other day that seemed to be saying that Birds was a semi-knockoff of the game called Siege Hero, which is now available on IOS.(App Store)
    So, I cruised over to the App Store and bought the game for the reasonable price of 99 cents. Guess what? I prefer it to Angry Birds and so does my wife. In fact, she rates it as 5 stars out of 5, while I would call it 4 stars out of 5.
    Birds has infuriated their own fans by becoming ridiculously difficult, then trying to sell the ability to skip difficult levels. Siege Hero is fun, rather than frustrating. Here's the recipe.
    You have 64 levels in which you face the chore of destroying the stronghold of enemy soldiers. You do this by using your catapult to launch boulders, fireballs and other missiles at the structures. Very similar to Birds, wouldn't you agree? You have a limited number of attempts per level before having to retry the level. There are occasionally innocent peasants in harm's way whom you must spare.One improvement over our winged friends game is that you have more precise aiming. Once you determine the weakest point in the structure, place your finger there for a second and a set of cross-hairs will appear so that your target is pinpointed. Then fling your boulder.
    This is an extremely fun game and well worth the modest price. Of course, there is no blood and gore, so it may be considered "lame" by my hard core friends.
   From the gamer's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.

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