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Game Review: Air Master, 3D

    Hey, everyone. I have been playing a fun game that involves aliens, flying saucers, strange planets and a guilt trip. The game is called Air Master 3D, as the erudite among you must suspect by now. This game is free for the trial version and a paltry 99 cents for the full version. I played the free version for a few minutes, then went back and bought the full version. Here's the recipe.
    First let me explain what I said about the guilt trip. If you fail to vanquish the aliens, the game tells you that because of your failure, a planet has been destroyed and billions of humans have been enslaved for eternity. If that doesn't inspire you to battle harder, what can?
     In this game you pilot a space ship and you fight the enemy on several bizarre planets, which are beautifully rendered in  these nice pastel colors. In an innovation that I haven't seen before, you can actually control the height of the terrain that you are flying over, low, medium or high. I prefer the low terrain, mostly, because it is easier to see the gun emplacements, satellite dishes and compounds of the enemy. While I was in a dog-fight over the ocean, I seemed to actually go below the water briefly and came back out. I don't know if that is cool or just a glitch because I am still a novice at this game. There is a lot of flak in the air as you fly over the thickest of the enemy gun nests. The enemy has actual flying saucers, like UFO lovers used to see here on earth. They also have more stylish, X-Wing type craft. Your job is to blast them from the sky, whatever they are in. When you come swooping in to low levels to launch a missile at a comm center, it is a lot of fun. I like this game quite a bit and I suspect you will too. Try the free version first, would be my advice, but I figure that you will like it enough to spend a dollar.
    From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.
   
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