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Rufus Is a Good Ole Boy


    Hey, everyone. I played Nova 3 for several hours tonight. I had a blast with it. I learned the value of tossing grenades in amongst a bunch of Volterites when they clump up in an area. I fought my way through a huge complex owned and operated by criminals and partially controlled by Volterites. Then I made a new friend, no, check that. I ran into an old friend named Rufus. He and I used to booze together and do the whole party thing. He is what we call in the South a 'good ole boy'. This is mostly a complimentary term for a friend or someone who can be counted on in times of trouble. Generally a solid person, would be the basic drift of the term. At any rate, Rufus and I have just fought our way to an exit, stealing a big Mech Walker and smashing out of a gate. It was fun to drive something with that much firepower. After watching Luke Skywalker and Han Solo fight those Walkers in the movies, it was mega-cool to have one for my very own. I think I will name him Irving and keep him forever. I used it to kill a bunch of walkers controlled by the bad guys, along with some all terrain vehicles and even some puny humans who incurred my wrath.
    Even cooler than that was a new weapon which I bought with points earned during my battles. (No in-app purchase for me with a $6.99 game.) The weapon I speak of is called a Plasma Rifle and it is bad to the bone. I took out a big Mech with it, even though the Mech stood 30 feet tall. I also obtained a flame thrower but it doesn't seem all that effective against the armored guys. Speaking of the enemies...
      During my perilous sojourn on this desert planet, I ran across some huge, ape-like creatures who were colored red. They were extremely strong and powerful and towered over me. I suppose that they may have been the same red apes from Nova 1, but they are certainly more impressive graphically.
     I am learning to use my stun power more effectively. This is the button on the screen that looks like a lightning bolt. If you happen to be attacked by a giant, robotic spider, for instance, you can stun it with a paralyzing blast, then shoot it at your leisure. This is a good ploy when some attacker is in your face, all of a sudden, like the apes.
     Also, the slow down mode that one can unleash to turn real time into slo-mo; what a wonderful ability to use! If you enter a room that is filled with nasties, tap this button and start blasting. I imagine their feeling is like one of those dreams where you are trying to run and you can scarcely move. Max Payne made this feature popular, Nova 3 makes it even handier.
    Hey, one guy I fought tonight turned into a pile of glowing blue dust when I shot him. I had to blast him about 30 times before he fell off a ledge and truly died. A word to the wise; unless he is truly killed, the door he was guarding can not be opened.
    Well, fellow gamers, that is what it is like in the fast paced, live on the razor's edge world of Nova 3. You can sleep in peace tonight, knowing that space marines, such as Rufus and myself, are on the job. While you rest, we defend your planet from the Volterites.
    Good night, y'all.
I'm CE Wills.
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