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I Can't Abide a Goat Thief

     If there's one thing I can't stand, it's a goat thief. That's why three of my friends and I were involved in a battle in a remote desert village.
    These four dudes had stolen our goat and we were going to make them pay. We had an expert tracker. We knew we could find the goat. In fact, you might say that we had a GPS device installed on him. Note the upper right of the picture above.
    The village was less than sterile. You could hear the flies buzzing. But then, what can you expect from goat thieves? We cornered the varmints and I myself shot the goat-napper. Was the goat glad to see me? No, not so much. It is a fickle, fun-loving goat and will ride on anyone's back. If a man is shot out from under it, the goat merely goes on its merry way, heedless of the blood spilled on its behalf.
    Of course I am playing Trigger Fist in the barbaric Goat mode. It is hectic and intense. The shooters are going nuts in this one. If the arrow in the upper right is white, it means that neither team has control of the four-footed rascal. If the arrow turns green, the green team has it etc.
    I have also been playing King of the Hill mode. In this mode, there is a certain section of the map which has a big crown floating in the air. If you kill all the red team that is holding the area, the crown turns green. You win if you hold the crown for 90 seconds (cumulative). I remember that kids used to stand on top of a hill and throw others down the grade. If you could hold the hilltop, you were the king of the hill. This game is similar and it is fast paced and action packed.
    I hope you got this game while it was free.
    I'm CE Wills.


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