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The 'Dirty Harry' Fantasy

    Hey, everyone. This week I've been playing a lot of the game called 9MM by Gameloft. I believe that this may be the best game on the app store. Although I previously did a review of it, I'd like to talk a bit more about it.
    When I play a game I like to insert myself into the lead character, almost like role playing. It adds to the fun. In this game it is like you have just joined the cast of a Clint Eastwood cop show or a Lethal Weapon flick. Just this week, after many battles, I arrested a bad guy called El Diablo. (I doubt that was his given name) After I put him in the slammer, he broke out and incited a riot of freed prisoners, right there in the jail. The riot police were called in but they were fighting these guys in the parking lot. That left me, John (Loose) Kannon, to deal with the mess on the inside. I had to go from room to room and shoot it out with drug dealers and murderers. I regret to say that I had to put a few of them down. (89, to be exact)
     By the time the riot police got there, I had the situation under control. Did they thank me? Nooooooo! But that's okay because I do this for the good of mankind. (And the $500,000 in drug money I took from a dealer's dead hands) By the way, have you read last night's post about trust?
      This game has a really well-written story line with several twists. I get a real kick out of the bad guys calling me Ese and cussing me. "It's Loose Kannon!" They shout from a place of concealment. "Kill that ************". Then I step out and fire a blast from my shotgun and duck behind a column once again. If I were a bit shorter I could pretend to be Mel Gibson. If I were taller I could pretend to be Clint Eastwood. But heck, as it is I'll just be John Loose Kannon. I carry a badge, and a satchel with $500,000 in it.
    This game is a very reasonable $6.99 at your friendly neighborhood app store.
    From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.
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