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Where's My Weapons, Baby?

    Hey, everyone. I have noticed, lately, that more and more game makers are giving us an option for 'easy' or 'casual' difficulty. I appreciate this so much. There is a game called Megatroid, which is free today, that has the 'casual' selection. Very cool.
     I bought a 99 cent game this week that has a selection for 'easy' but added a note to that selection, "I am a baby", as a mild insult to casual gamers. This is on the game titled Infinity Project 2. Then, as you enter play after a long tutorial and weapon selection, you immediately get mugged and all your weapons and armor taken from you. Then you wander the streets searching for things you can't find. 'Easy'  ?  "baby" ? Funny.
     This game is a bit of an odd duck. It is an RPG stlye, set 200 years in the future. At least it starts there. Your avatar is sent back in time to 2012 to deal with an alien race that has subjugated Earth. They are some ugly dudes called the Talons. Well, they may be good-looking on their own planet, because beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Heck, they may be movie stars, back in Talonville. But I got off the subject.
    There are long video clips as you start the game. When you finally enter play, as I said before, you are immediately mugged and all your weapons and armor are stolen. Then you wander around, tapping people on the head to ask them questions, like so many of the role-playing, sword and sorcery style games. Without weapons, save for a knife which a lady gives you, you go into the subway to rescue some captives. Then, you can't find a gun to shoot a lock off  a cage in which the captives are confined. This is a baby level?
    The file on this game is a very large one, half a Gig. I feel that the story line is a good one and the game has good potential. Unfortunately, it still needs some work, I think. Decide for yourself if you want to give it a spin, baby. Ha, ha.
    I'm CE Wills.
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