Diabolical Aliens

Hey, everyone. Last night I talked at length about the cool space shooter called Alien Zone. These aliens are smarter than I gave them credit for. For instance, it is apparent that they are aware of human greed. I say this because, like many games, there are med kits and credits (packs of money) lying around this space ship. You pick up the money and buy goods and services. Well, these diabolical aliens are leaving a big pile of credits in the floor of some cul-de-sac. Then, when I start picking up the money, they jump from the rafters and the dark corners and attempt to do harm to my person. Makes me feel like a stupid, less advanced species.
Also, what's up with the green goo they regurgitate on me? Is it acidic? By the way, there is a fire on Level 1 that will slowly kill you if you are ignorant enough to hang around there. (Duh.)
About the levels. I am not sure but it seems that you have to start over if you quit before you reach Level 2. Some sort of save would be cool to let you start mid-level, I think. I do like the game and I think you might want to give it a try. Don't let your greed blind you to danger...
Outsmarted by the bugs on an alien space ship, I'm CE Wills.

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