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Upon Further Review of Razor: Salvation

    Hey, everyone. I hate to sound like an NFL official, but the new game called Razor, Salvation is even better than I initially thought. Everyone who is a fan of the shooter genre should run, not walk, to get it. Let me talk about this a moment.
   You have the 3 maps, the upgrades, and just when you think that you're on a sweet run against Zombies type 1 and 2, new enemies appear.
    The smaller robot insects (crawlers) can be killed fairly well with your rail gun. The flying drones are hard to hit but not terribly hard to dispose of. But then...here comes the !#** big insects, the Walkers. Their front legs are armored and seem impervious to my attacks. The rail gun doesn't seem effective. While you goof around with them, the other enemies overrun you.
    I'm getting more in-game cash now and the developers seem to be generous with it, plus I'm learning which of my weapons are effective against which adversary. It is a blast of a game to play. I highly recommend it and I thank the developers for making it so that an old-timer like myself can actually play it.
     The game has upgraded my rank from 'average killer' to 'skillful shot'. It is awesome to fire a rocket over the shoulder of a lady fleeing from zombies and take out those in pursuit of her. Yeah, this one should make mega-bucks for someone.
    From the streets of Frankfurt, I'm CE Wills.
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