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The Force Is Strong In These Piggies


     Hey, everyone. Yesterday I bought a good game about those angry avians. The title is Angry Birds: Star Wars and it is easily the best Angry Birds yet. I estimate that it is a 4.5 stars out of 5. I bought the cheaper version for I-Phone but it plays just fine on my I-Pad 3. Moreover, the I-Phone version is a sweet 99 cents. There are 120 levels of pig-bashing fun on Tatooine. After that you can play the Death Star grouping, which is locked pending your 'making bacon' on the first world. The ice planet, Hoth, is a free update, coming soon. Path of the Jedi (Luke Bird's Jedi Training) allows you to play one level, then sends you to the old app store to "forge your light saber". What that entails is paying $1.99 for 40 levels on Dagobah, which I totally did, because I like nothing better than carving piggies with my @#!*** light-saber, okay?
     Also, bonus levels are awarded in an as-yet undiscovered process. This game is cheap, fun and available. That is three basic things about many of life's endeavors.
      Your birds are a colorful lot. There is the Han Solo bird. He has brown hair and shoots a laser rifle at the pigsters. He is the best guy to have around in a fight, just like the movies. The Luke bird has a wealth of golden hair and if you tap him at the right time, he swings a light saber and carves through walls, or pigs, for that matter. The Obi-Wan bird has a monastic brown robe and if you tap the screen he will exert the force on pigs or walls. I find him to be more of a spiritual bird, like the Zen prophet with feathers.
      C-3PO is funny because if you tap on him after he is flung toward the pigs, he goes to pieces and the pieces inflict a little damage on the curly-tailed foemen. His sidekick, R2D2, shoots electricity at the enemy.
    Before I forget, if the pigs are firing laser cannon from their fortifications and they strike your warriors, they will totally negate their attack. Don't say I didn't warn you. Also, I saw a golden egg, hidden beneath a cliff wall on Tatooine, but I forgot which level.
     I like the music, I like the sound effects. I like the light saber because, hey, I always wanted one. If they ever produce one that actually works I will be standing in that line. If you hated all the other Birds games, buy this one.
     I'm CE Wills, pig killer extraordinaire, and may the force be with y'all.

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