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If You Only Buy One Game


    Hey, everyone. The other night I spoke at length about Trigger Fist, the on-line and off-line shooter game. This game is a 5 star game. You don't get stuck, it's fun, with great graphics and game-play. It is perhaps the best $5 I have spent on the app store. I really like it. At night you can hear crickets, which is a thoughtful addition. In one desert town, you can hear the flies buzzing, which immediately brought to mind the possibility of dead bodies nearby. It heightened my awareness of the lethal possibilities at hand.
    There are in-apps, but they are not necessary to the enjoyment of the game. As you go along, you earn better weapons and are able to survive longer. The way this is done makes it hard to actually see that you have leveled up, but you see that you are not being killed so quickly. There is a little number by your name on the scoreboard, which I guess tells you what level you have achieved. I am a 6, at the moment. You have the choice, in any game, of playing as a Rifleman, a Scout or a Shooter. (You have to rotate the three guys that appear next to your equipment.) This choice will vary your gun accuracy on the equipment page, though your Worldwide XP will be the same for all three classifications. I played the game all weekend and still I am picking up the nuances.
      The fountain shown above is a nice place to stop and soak your hot feet, if you weren't being stalked by killers. It would be cool if you could slip into the water and breathe through a reed until the enemy came close. Then you could shoot the whole squad of the ruthless rascals. By the way, I'm not saying that you can really soak your virtual feet. I was just trying to give you a little atmosphere.
    Well, I just wanted to give you an update. I must go and do some chores, so I bid you adieu, from the author's green retreat.
    I'm CE Wills.
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