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Game Review: Robot Times 1

    Hey, everyone. I mentioned a new game earlier and I thought I'd come back and review it, now that I have played it for about an hour. This game (Robot Times 1) is seriously worth a dollar. It is a lot of fun. The graphics are very good. There are no ads. There are no in-app purchases, if you can imagine that. Here's the recipe.
      In a secret weapons factory, battle robots have become self-aware, like the movie called Terminator, and are killing the scientists. You are a good robot and are sent in to fight the mean robots. The rascals are pretty smart and have positioned themselves on rooftops, scaffolding and on the ground. Moreover, they have attack style, robotized helocopters that shoot at you and ping bullets off your handsome, metalized frame. There are suicide robots that scurry across the ground and blow themselves up just as they reach you.
     But hey, you're no pilgrim, yourself. You have two big 50 caliber guns swinging from your arms. You have three buttons on the left hand side of the screen. One of them fires rockets. One of them calls in an air strike and the third calls in a parachute drop of ammo refills. You have 15 missiles to start with, but they run out pretty quick. If you don't use them, you probably won't progress very far. Therefore, the drops are highly coveted, mostly for the rockets.
     I have spent $6.99 for games that were not this good, and which had poorer graphics. When was the last time you saw a game this fun without in-apps? I commend the developers for their lack of greed.
    Just thought you might like to know that this one was out there, waiting, like a robot on a roof.
     I'm CE Wills.
Addendum: Hey, I just learned that they are charging 99 cents for each level of this game, so my statements concerning in-apps were totally wrong. My apologies to those of you who grabbed it.

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