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Final Run: Apocalyptic Game For Your Weekend

    Hey, everyone. I try to blog about a variety of interests. At the risk of over-doing the gaming reviews, let me tell you about a game. Final Run is a new game which involves driving cars through a post-apocalyptic world. You are trying to escape from a forbidden zone which has been isolated to prevent the spread of a zombie plague virus. You are trying to bring a brilliant scientist ( a fetching female) to the safety of the outside world. She is helpful in that she understands things like radiation poisoning and can even build a decontamination unit while you flee.
     You are hiding from an evil former employer who wants the good doctor back and wants revenge on you. They call this dude, 'The Chief'.
     There are 19 levels in 3D and it is supposed to be a very long, and deep, epic game. I had made it through 3 levels and was, according to them, at the 4.4 % completion point. Unfortunately, as I tried to go back and get a cool screenshot for this post, I wiped out my progress. I hope you appreciate my sacrifice. Sniff, sniff.
    There is a gun mounted on your car with which you can shoot other cars, like the minions of the chief, or you can shoot the unfortunate zombies who wander into your path. You can run over the zombies with your car, also, but I hesitate to recommend this for two reasons. 1) The zombies are infected with a virus and your decontamination unit, being homemade, can only handle so much. 2) The zombies are reduced to green chunks of crud and it makes for a lousy hood ornament on your ride. After all, it is hard to pick up women when your car has zombie sludge on it.
    This game is extremely rare in that there are no in-app purchases, thank goodness. It is made by a new, Dutch developer called Rotor Games.
   There are mined roads and vehicular combat. You can get extra points by smashing cacti and picking up toolboxes that float in the air. There are boss battles and I think the graphics are quite nice.
    I just played a section where I was in a contaminated zone and my decon unit was putting a time restraint on escape. The road was blocked because a dam was out. I ran off an embankment and managed to drive through a long tunnel. When I emerged from the tunnel, there were zombies shuffling around. I shot some and ran over a couple before my air became so bad that it destroyed me and the Doctor. What a pity.
      This game is a bit pricey at $3.99. I believe that it will be worth it, if I don't get stuck. It is a bit like Back Stab, being big on story, with a lot of 'cut scenes'. It is a bit like Rage, if you think about the background story, though it certainly can't compare with the graphics and intense game play of Rage. But lets face it, Rage for I-pad is much shorter than this game. So far I am pleased with Final Run and you may want to search through your desk for that I-Tunes card that Aunt Hilda gave you for Christmas so you can get this game. Maybe look under the couch cushions after Uncle Harry, the one who wears the loose polyester pants, comes to visit. That should net enough quarters to buy this sci-fi game.
     From the forbidden zone at the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.

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