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Warcorps Genesis: A Review

    Hey, everyone. A few weeks ago there was a lot of cool games either coming out or going on sale. I had quite a few that I didn't have time to play very much. It is easy to let good games 'fall through the cracks' of your I-Pad. I was pleasantly surprised when I went back and played Warcorps Genesis for several hours last night. The game is pretty darn good. I'd call it a shooter that 'even a caveman can play'. Here's the recipe.
     This is a futuristc war game. You are one of four soldiers, collectively know as the Hellhounds. I am currently playing as The Falcon. You pick assignments and missions from a game map. You are sent into areas to prevent the enemy from doing bad things. Things that are more serious than cutting the funding to 'Big Bird'. Ha, ha. I'm talking about stuff like bringing a nuclear weapon into an area.
     So you go in alone and are tasked with stuff such as killing 20 enemies or surviving two minutes as you keep enemy forces at bay. Like so many shooter games, you start off with a weapon that is less than admirable and have to 'level up' before things start to become cool. The pleasant thing is this: you can actually grind through some fights and get enough in-game cash to advance, without in-app purchases. Once you get a better gun and some goggles that make you shoot straighter etc. there is a steady progression. I am at Level 10 and looking forward to level 15, so I can get my next weapon.
    I played this 99 cent game for 2 hours last night and it helped me pass the time away when I was stuck somewhere I didn't want to be.
     I think that I can actually choose a different character when I get a little farther along. I hope that I can get the guy that uses a shotgun, hopefully without in-apps.
     The graphics for this game are very good. They have purposely made the characters to look cartoonish and take some of the grisly nature out of war. In doing so, it has departed from any resemblance to Modern Warfare type of games, yet a player such as myself can enjoy it a lot. In one of the 'maps' you enter an old mine and fight a sub group called the "Rads". Another map has you fighting in a desert city. I liked that map because I had to flee to a rooftop and snipe the bad guys one at a time as they poked their heads out of the stairwell. Now that is my kind of fighting, with the added bonus of having a nice view of the surrounding countryside. There are ore carts sitting around in that mine, by the way, and the overall attention to detail is good.
     A tip or two on strategy. First, if you can shed your machismo a moment, you can fight from cover and not merely rush your opponents. It is good for your longevity. Also, upgrade your back-up weapon. For a while, I had my same old pistol that was given to me at the start. But, when you run out of ammo and have to switch weapons, it is far better if your pistol is one with some kick to it. Heck, a couple of times I went to my melee weapon when out of ammo on both guns. Melee is hand-to-hand combat and as far as I can tell, a big pipe wrench is all you can get for that. A short range tool to be sure, but effective in moments of desperation, such as one guy left to kill before victory.
     This probably won't be a favorite amongst the hard-core gamers, but I like it a lot.
      From the scourge of the Rads, CE Wills.

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