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Lava To My Knees

     Hey, everyone. Few people wake up in the morning and say things like, "Think I'll go to Snake Mountain today and kick some butt." Yet today, I have done that. The main reason? I just can't abide Skeletor's laugh. I am on level 2-2 of the Snake Mountain campaign and it is a tougher fight than a Presidential debate. There is a mountain with its top blown 'slap off' as we say in the South. There is red stuff running out the top of it and judging by the feeling in my hot, tired He-Man boots the stuff is molten lava. Guess I should do a double jump and move on. There are dozens of Skeletor's creepy, ghoulish henchmen about the keep and they want to sword-fight with me. It is nice to be wanted.
     The very ground is unstable here. As I run, huge stone abutments are crashing around me. There is a large orange bird that flies overhead and I am 'fixing to' do a double jump and hit him with my trusty blade. I suspect that he is communicating telepathically with Skeletor and giving him a play by play of the battle. I can't abide such heinous activity. Is he a drone?
      I went to the store a while ago and saw a highly coveted ability which I intend to have. It is called Hurricane Power. It lets you spin around and around and around in a circle with your gleaming blade, mowing down your enemies. Alas, it costs 15000 pesos, or whatever the currency is here in Greyskull. I must have it.
     Well, as you may have guessed, I have purchased He-Man, The Most Powerful Game In the Universe. It was on sale for 99 cents, so I thought I'd give it a whirl. Am I glad I did? You betcha. It is fun, colorful and has dynamic animations. So many little things to note as you prowl these creepy dungeons. Someone put a lot of love into this offering.
     I remember when my boys were little, they would watch the He-Man cartoon on TV. They would be glued to the screen. I watched it with them, sometimes. Now, of course, their kids are too old for cartoons, I guess. Funny how time drifts by.
     There is a little guy named Orco. When I lose a level, the rascal has me spin a dial and see if I get another shot at the obstacle without starting over. Sometimes he'll give me crystals or a med pack or something. Rather cold of the scamp to play roulette with my life!
     Almost forgot. One of the things you can grab on the store with your in-game awards is a token for the 'Power of Greyskull'. With this, your sword shoots out lightning bolts to consume your enemies. It is sweet. Overall, this game is sooooo worth 99 centabos. It is cool as a moose.
     Speaking of the moose... I bought the Mini-Gore 2: Zombies, and it is definitely worth the $1.99. There is a ton of cool enemies, including a huge moose. There is a big Chinese guy with a Fu-manchu and twin assault rifles. There is a huge, angry Chef with a cleaver, also. Colorful, dynamic and varied gameplay. A bit gory for a small kid, but who would suspect that from the title? Ha, ha.
     Tis the season to 'game your brain'. I haven't even touched Modern Combat 4, yet. Don't be surprised if I post again before the night is through. Sleep is over-rated.
    I'm CE Wills, from Greyskull.
P.S. Some lady with a bird on her head gives me advice, in this He-Man game. Odd?

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