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COM Brawlers

    Hey, everyone. I am always interested in 'game reactions'. I am talking about how people react to playing different games. Almost always, there are surprises when Holidays come around and I am watching folks who are playing I-Pads. Yesterday was no exception.
     I had picked up, on Friday, a freebie called Middle manager Of Justice. I had yet to play it but could perceive from walking past youngsters as they played it that it is like a management game which features an office full of super heroes. You hire super-dudes and upgrade their abilities and costumes, sending them out to save the day. Once, I sat down by a player and said, "Dude, you sure you don't want me to show you Modern Combat 4 or something more action-packed?" I came back an hour later and the game was on-going. It must be good.
    But the big draw was Call of Mini-Zombies: Brawlers. I had actually gotten time to play this game on Saturday. It has superb graphics and is a two-stick shooter, meaning standard moving with the  left thumb and shooting with your right. This game was played, for hours, by several people, and one kid had it downloaded on his own device before he went out the door. I will say that it is a little gory. I wish that I could give you a better review, but 1) I haven't played it except for 5 minutes and 2) Kids are the best judge of games, easily.
    My gaming pard, Trevor, one of the best players on the planet, was delighted to find Devil May Cry 4  on my Padster. I had gotten it via the sale on IOS for a measly 99 cents and had not played it at all. I guess he is a fan of that franchise...
    I'd really like to go through all the NFL Play-off scenarios with you, but I am not that smart. I do know that my Falcons have the #1 seed and home-field advantage throughout the playoffs. I know that they are good enough to win it all, if they play to their ability. I also know that they better be ready to dial up some pressure on the elite quarterbacks they'll face. I am not a coach, but you can't allow people like Aaron Rodgers, RG3 and Russell Wilson to get comfortable. You have to hit them, early and often.
     Seattle has a lot of people scared. They have a beast of a team, especially at home. But the Falcons won't have to face their "12th man". Hey, what about Pete Carroll (their coach) upsetting people by running up the scores? Coaches, in general, seem to be ranting at officials, players, other coaches; and showing poor sportsmanship in general. Maybe it's time to dial back on the emotions, or steroids, or something? Maybe take a chill pill or cut back on the caffeine, get some sleep or spend more time with their families? Easy for me to say, when I sulk if I have to play the same level of a game more than ten times. Ha, ha.
     Judging from what I am reading, it would appear that tablets are the gift of choice, here in the U.S.A. this hoilday season. I wanted to buy Carley a new I-Pad, but she threatened me with bodily harm if I did so. So, she will just plug along with her I-pad 1 and the 200 puzzle games she plays interminably. Cool.
I would tell you what I bought her, but hey, she reads the darn blog.
       Well, I am one of those poor unfortunates who have to work today. So, I will bid you a fond farewell. I intend to blog either tonight or tomorrow. I usually do some sort of heartwarming Christmas blog but I can't really think of one, so I expect I will talk about books or games or something silly like gifts for super-heroes....
   From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.
     
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