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Shooting Piranhas In the Sewer

      Hey, everyone. I have been playing an excellent game yesterday and today. It is called Apocalypse Max and it is one of the good ones. I got it for free, although it is normally $2.99. It has been so much fun that I felt compelled to buy an in-app, just so I wouldn't feel like I was cheating them or freeloading. Even the in-apps are done more fairly than most because you don't really need to spend money to make progress. Rare, in today's app store.
     This game is a side scroller, though not an endless runner. Basically you can stand still when you want to catch your animated breath. At other times you advance, mostly to the right, shooting apocalyptic creatures with a bad attitude. There are sections in which you are in the swamps and sewers, as well as other places which I haven't conquered yet.
    If you come across some crates, swipe on the screen and smash them open. Most of the time there will be cool stuff like ammo or med kits in them. You certainly use a lot of ammo, because this damaged, future world is a scary place. Nobody really likes you either.
   I love the diversity of the enemies in this game. That keeps it fresh. There are piranha fish that jump from the water and bite the dickens out of you. You can hear their teeth clatter together. Voracious rascals. Shooting them on the fly is sweet. How did those things get in the sewers, anyway? Also of interest are vultures that fly over you and drop exploding eggs. No, I am not joking. (Do you think this is really sanitary?) Sometimes you have to hit your 'jump' button and then shoot the feathered dudes, due to the angle of fire.
     Then there are the crabs. Not the kind that lie in wait in public restrooms. No, these are big suckers and you can hear the clicking of their claws on the pavement. But, the main menace is all the species of zombies.
       There are regular zombies, two bullets will kill them. Zombies with ball caps take 4 bullets. Huge zombies in a butcher's apron take about 8 shells, I think. Then there are those that have the temerity to throw meat cleavers at you. Can you imagine those cheeky devils doing that?
     Hey, it's not like you're a pilgrim in this dying land. No, you can upgrade weapons with gold earned by your in-game exploits. At current, I have a pistol with infrared sights, an automatic rifle and two machine pistols that will chew up some undead Freds in a hurry. I try to conserve ammo, but when I run out for one weapon, I switch to another gun that has bullets. One more thing, if you swipe the screen while standing close to a zombie, you cut that bad boy in half. Barbaric, I know, but he came hunting trouble and found it in abundance.
    I forgot to mention that I was also in The Dead Forest and I see on my map that the next spot is Spooksville. Which reminds me, the music for the game is a cool mood-setter because it sounds like something from The Addams Family. Pity that the lovely Morticia can't be in the game. How did she take such small steps?
     Hey, I just received a warning from the game that there may be toxic gases leaking out of pipes. Just like a real sewer. At least there are no foul smells in this sewer. If you want that, you will have to supply your own.
     I hope all the readers in Canada are okay, after the earthquakes, and best wishes to everyone in the path of the wrathful Sandy. Here at the author's green retreat, it is 46 degrees with a 25 MPH wind and a bit of rain. It is not a great night for sitting on the porch, so I plan to kill a few zombies.
     Hey, Falcons, great job on the win today and the 7-0 record. Fear the Birds...
    I'm CE Wills.

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