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Will Max Be a Payne In the Subway?

   Hey, everyone. Late last night, after I blogged about the honeysuckle, I played my new game called Max Payne Mobile. First of all, let me say that this is a great game and you should drag out a few of those dusty shekels that you carry around in your faded jeans and buy it for the excellent price of $2.99.
    "Well," you say to me, "What's with the title of the post?" Here's the recipe.
    I am on the initial part of this game. I have wandered into some sort of gang war in New York's subway. Unfortunately, it is one of those games where you wander around, trying to figure out what to do or where to go. I feel like a lost puppy, only I have a shotgun, a Desert Eagle pistol and I have just ventilated about 15 goons. Hey, they weren't zombies, but they came around, acting bad, and I had to put them down, you know?
    In the screen shot above, as I was walking down this hallway, I started hearing a voice. It sounds just exactly like Wolfman Jack's voice. Jack was a famous Disc Jockey from the 1950's or 1960's. His voice probably doesn't truly sound like a wolf, but it is certainly gravelly. You may want to check out the Ron Howard flick called American Graffiti in order to hear the Wolfman's voice. But I digress. So, I hear this disembodied voice, apparently coming from the @!**** walls or those posters you see. I feel that 1) I am losing my mind or 2) There is someone standing outside my window and trying to scare the crappola out of me or 3) If I could find the voice it would give me instructions on how to get through this level and proceed on my butt-kicking, name-taking journey.
    So, I'm stuck again. I plan on going to you tube and searching for a video walkthrough on the game. Hey, I'd rather cheat than be stuck.
     There is a cool feature about this game called Bullet Time. This is a button you can push to put the action in slow motion. You can dive through a doorway and blast baddies while in mid-air. I mean, this is really cool. I also love how the crooks are blown almost out of their socks when you blast them. I mean, a shotgun would certainly propel them away from you and I feel this adds a nice bit of realism to the action.
    The story line of this game is very good, though dark, and the graphics are wonderful. The wandering around, trying to figure out what to do, draws a vacuum, if you know what I mean. The price is terrific and there is a huge amount of content. Check it out. If you enjoyed the awesome 9MM game, you'll like this one. If you should figure out how to get the subway situation resolved, or how to find Wolfman Jack, could you please leave a comment? This subway is creepy, what with all the dead bodies and disembodied voices. If you don't hear the voices and you are a shrink, give me a call.
    From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.
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