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Puzkend (That's a Game)

    As you know, my wife, Carley, is a puzzle person. She constantly tries to convert me to this type of game. Well, tonight she was telling me all about her game called Puzkend. This game involves thinking and stuff like that, so it won't be one of my favorites. I do like it, though, and it is free. The graphics are nice too. If you can see the picture okay, you have to slide your finger over matching groups of symbols. When you do, they disappear, allowing other symbols to fall. You must do this strategically so that you can clear the board. Here's the rub, as we say in the states, and this is what makes it different from the standard 'match 3' game. I mean, the falling tiles have to go to the right place to match or you fail. Fortunately there is a button that allows you to back up as many moves as you want to.
    I've played the game quite a bit and I am now in a region where the puzzles are getting more difficult. So, while my wife is extolling the game's merits, I am interrupting her so that I can tell her about my exploits on Razor: Salvation. Was she duly impressed when I revealed that I am in the top ten on the leader-board in one area of Razor Salvation? Noooooooo. She was not. "But that's worldwide, honey," I said. She wanted to tell me that Puzkend was a 4.5 stars out of 5, as far as her rating goes. I asked her if she could fire rockets in her game. She replied in the negative and went to bed. Sigh.
    Puzkend is made by the folks who made Azkend, which is another good game. It is also free right now and you should grab it. It was one of the first games I bought for I-Pad and I played it a lot. Carley played it all the way through, which took a while.
     Hey, guess what else? I bought a new game this morning called Affliction: Zombie Rising. It is billed as the world's first virtual reality zombie game. It is supposed to be really spooky. I think that I am going to put my ear-buds in and turn out the lights, then play the game. I figure for the sale price of 99 cents I can throw it away if it scares me too bad. Ha, ha. I'll let you know how it turns out.
     From you know where, this is you know who. Goodnight.
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