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The Nuclear Worm

     Hello. It's been a tough week for me. Work-wise, among other things. The weather has been a ... bummer. The worst thing I have dealt with this week was the dreaded Nuclear Worm of Alien Zone.
     My blond-haired, pony-tailed character has fought her way, bravely, through 3/4 of this huge space ship. It is a ship that is overrun with multi-limbed zombies, humans with antennae, giant crabs without butter or salt for their legs and massive ape-like creatures that shamble about in a murderous daze.
    I have probably used 10,000 rounds of ammunition and 500 med-packs. I am constantly picking up armor and weapons dropped by fallen enemies. Afterwards, I sell them in the shop for a few coins; like a purveyor of melons in the market place.
    I have stumbled onto sealed rooms, where civilian medical personnel cowered in fear, awaiting a heroine. I may not escape from this lunatic asylum, but at least I will have earned a grudging respect from my foes. If I make it through this, I have promised myself beer, pizza and a nap. It is in this manner that I refuel my massive thews and return to the vigor that is typical of a warrior.
    I am on Level 12 of 16. So far, the worst thing I have faced is the dreaded Nuclear Worm. Oh sure, you think. A worm. It is to laugh. Then you walk into an area where open fires burn. Then a big, thick tentacle pushes its way up through the floor. it is a massive red worm and it spits globs of fire at me. I shock it with bolts of electricity and shoot it hundreds of times. In a freak of nature, it has a gauge above its head which shows how much life is left in its loathsome carcass. I take hope as I see the bar go down. I injure it and it retreats into the bowels of the ship, only to return, spitting fire and taking names. Ha, ha. My name!
      My immunity button allows me to stand and fight, yet I still use around 15 med-packs before the beasts dies. It screams out to its nameless forebears as it writhes in agony. Do I care? Noooooooo, not so much.
     Earlier today, a man asked me what kind of week I had. What a mistake! After I told him this story, he walked quickly away with a wary glance over his shoulder.
    I am CE Wills, killer of worms and taker of names.
P.S. Temple Run 2 is available, for free. It has great graphics. The gameplay is fast and furious.

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