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Game Review: Robot Wants Kitty

Hey, everyone. It's coolish, here at the green retreat, and the leaves are getting serious about turning color. The dull red of dogwood, the bright red of sourwoods, yellow of poplar and the faint orange of birch are making the woods bright. The high for today was in the 64 degree range and it will be cool tonight.
    It's hard to know where to start, since I haven't talked to you for a week. I am certainly getting more work done on my books but I miss the blog.
   Let's talk games for a bit. Recently I downloaded a freebie for I-Pad called Robot Wants Kitty. Is this a cool title or what? It seems that a lonely robot is in need of something warm and fuzzy in his cold metallic world. He wants a kitten to hold and pet. So, he sets out through a maze in search of tactile satisfaction. At times he can see the cute little kitten, just inches away, but there is a wall preventing him from holding his new friend. To be honest, there are times when the game can be a bit frustrating as you go up, down, in and out of levels. It's a bit like a pac-man maze but the game is much cooler. You find ray guns to blow up walls and kill these blue blobs.There are these other one-eyed creatures who resemble boogers that hang from the ceiling. You have to leap up and fire your gun at the same time to blast them.
     You have to leap across holes at times. Some of them are pools of acid, which is harmful to your health. This is one of those games which you find yourself playing 'just a little more'. I would categorize it not as great, but pretty darn good. I got it for free but it won't be free for long. You should snag it, before the kittens are all gone. If you had to pay 99 cents for it, the game is easily worth it.
     Hey, I think I'll take a break and blog again this evening. I will tell you all about the new game I bought called Shadowgun. Check back in a few hours if you are not out on the town, getting wild and crazy.
    Speaking of wild and crazy, I just put another ebook on Smashwords and Amazon. The title is Notch 3 and it is the latest story about the gunman Cedric Gant. It's a good read and should be available on these two venues within hours. For the rest of the on-line stores it will probably be a week.
   Remember, a review of the latest hit shooter Shadowgun, tonight on the author's green retreat.
     I'm CE Wills.
PS: That's a raccoon track in the creek. It is under several inches of water.
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