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Olympic Zombies and Jewel Dragon


    Hey, everyone. Tonight I decided to play the new update for Dead Trigger. Because I had bought the game previously, they gave me an Alien Ray Gun, which is quite effective.
      I had played the updated game some and got aggravated because of the difficulty. On one mission I was supposed to protect a van. I stood at the van and didn't allow a zombie near it. I killed every zombie that showed up. It still gave me a mission fail. ?? Maybe the directions could be clearer or something?
     I also went over to the Arena section. Here, you have some zombies who are dressed like Olympic athletes. They attack you, of course, and you kill them. It's okay, but I really tire of the fact that progress is so difficult. Grinding is a ... grind. So, I just deleted it.Games should entertain and relax you, rather than irritate you. I also deleted 15 other games from my I-Pad tonight. I suppose that I was a little cranky. I must have skipped my nap. Ha, ha.
    For those of you who love Fantasy or card games or match 3 play, you might want to check out a game called Jewel Dragon. I didn't really play it, but you might like it. It is free at the moment. I may try it out manana.
    As soon as my I-Pad charges, I think I'll play some Real Golf 2011. It is relaxing and fun; plus, I'm good at it.
    From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.
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