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Dreams of a Geisha and Word Jigsaw

    Hey, everyone. No, this post is not about a Japanese fantasy I had during the night. It is about a new game by Big Fish games. Carley, the puzzler, tried this game yesterday and I thought that I would give you the low-down as part of my efforts to render fair-play to the puzzlers among you. Here's the recipe.
   This game, at its heart, is a 'match 3' game. There is an additional element also. There is a grid that can be rotated to align a key and perform an unlock . This allows the player to gain puzzle pieces for a jigsaw. All is fine, so far.
     My wife liked the game. So she was going to buy it. Well, Big Fish is odd about their games. They give you a free sample, which is nice, but you have to buy the game by going through the game, rather than through the app store. I don't really know why this is, but it creates a lot of drama over buying a game.
    I don't want to get into all the details but the result was that Carley gave up on the game, even though she liked it. No big deal but just not worth the drama.
     Word Jigsaw is a puzzle game that Carley is playing quite a bit. First off, it is a free game. You can pay a very reasonable $1.99 and get the full version, without adds. In this game you have a grid of varying sizes.  There are blocks of letters which you have to slide across the board and arrange in such a way as to make words. I watch her play this and think, "Good grief! I actually sleep with someone who thinks like this." The mind of a puzzler is incomprehensible to me. I find it hard to even write about them for the blog. Shooting zombies is so much simpler.
    The third puzzler that she is playing is called Hex Master. This has nothing to do with magic but rather is about arranging a series of six-sided things in such a way as to align dots. Ah, heck. I don't know what you do. Just try it if you wish. She likes the game.
    From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.
P.S. I'm just teasing about puzzle people. I play a lot of puzzles myself.
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