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Megatroid: Good Game For Free

    Hey, everyone. So-called platform games are usually not my cup of tea. These are the Mario-stlye games in which your cute character runs and jumps on various platforms, hence the name. Yesterday I downloaded a freebie of this genre and have really enjoyed it. The name, as the erudite among you already suspect, is called Megatroid. There are in-app purchases for better weapons and the like but you can play a good long ways without spending any dinero.
    The graphics are excellent and the controls are fine. You are a space warrior, a lady, who is battling strange robots in a strange place. There are numerous hazards and I'll try to remember a few. You start out with a rifle which fires ion blasts. There are spaceships and droids. There are big mechanical heads which float in the air and shoot purple plasma blasts at you. Not only that, but there are rotating saw blades in the floors as well as spikes on walls. There are also cool anti-grav blasts of air that lift you up to other levels as you step on them. Other blasts of air blow you sideways.
     Coolest of all is when you get to the end of a level and go through a Warp Gate to another planet. It's like a big wormhole in space which you go through. Zapppp!!!! When you do this, hit the random button to generate a name for the new planet, like YMHPZ. Sounds like one of Superman's old enemies. You know, the little guy with the funny bowler hat?
    Megatroid is a good game and you should give it a try. It is not a huge file, either.
    From the Warp Gate of !@#**, this is CE Wills.
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