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Trigger Fist Strategy: They Will Come For You

     Hey, everyone. I am playing games late tonight. Trigger Fist is the name of the game and is it fun? I guess so! I am up to a #10 by my name and I am playing much better against these cunning and vicious computer soldiers. I thought I might share a few strategies with y'all. After all, we are all humans and must unite against the AI. By the way, I am playing Team Death Match most of the time.
     In the picture above I am in one of my favorite 'nests'. It is a place that I kneel for the simple reason that no one can get behind me. The AI guys are back-shooters. I wait for them to come to me. To insure they come to me, I fire a few rounds. They are attracted to the gunfire like bees to honey. As they come, I have a 200 round clip in my M249 and I just blast away. Be sure that you kneel because it takes twice as long for them to kill you. (Kneel by swiping down on the screen.) Remember, they travel in packs, more often than not. You can rack up three or four kills in no time, sometimes.
    In each of the six maps, pick out a place where you can see them coming. A place where they can't get behind you. If there are two possible approaches, arrange your field of vision so that you can see both. If not, constantly move your sights back and forth. In one map, I crouch behind some crates, then pop up and down to shoot the rascals. A while ago, they acted like they were going crazy, trying to find me. Cool.
      You have a Gunner, a Scout and a Rifleman. You have to select one at a time. I like to use the Gunner with the big clips of ammo. When I have that, and my nest, I am a menace to navigation, I assure you. It has taken me hundreds of battles but I can now give as good as I get, and better when I'm in my spots. It's cool, they try all sorts of computer brained ploys to get you out of the nest. They'll come through two different holes at once. They'll feint in one opening, then attack through another. One will come around one side of the rock and another from the opposite side, at the same time. They'll throw grenades. They are diabolical, but hey, it's war.
   Good hunting and good night.
   I'm CE Wills, the Nester.
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