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The Garbage Cans In Panama

   Hey, gamers. I have been playing Deus Ex: The Fall, for a few days. It is a game with cool graphics, as you can see in the above pic. Although unfamiliar with the franchise on X-Box or anywhere else, I jumped on the chance to play it on my I-Pad 3. Here's the recipe.
    I play as a dude named Ben. He is a soldier, in a distant future. He and his squad were betrayed and ambushed in an Australian war of some description. Ben was the only one left alive and he had to have "an augmentation". This is not some Beverly Hills implant deal, either. The dude has a robotic arm and who knows what else? As you can tell from the picture, he can jump from planes without a parachute...well, I could do that too but I can't shoot electric arcs from my hands and land safely. I would make a greasy spot. But I digress.
    Ben is in search of the !#*** who set his team up for the kill. Revenge is a dish best served cold and all that. So here I am, as Ben. My first mission is in a high rise in Moscow. I am there to kill a guy named Kontarsky. I walk around several floors of the building, with some gun battles with bodyguards. This is not just a shooter game, though. It is a role playing game. You try to earn dinero, buy weapons and enhance your augmentations. No, not those.
   So far, I killed the Kontarsky guy. I could have spared the weasel, but he struck me as a guy who would give you change for a $10 bill in the form of three threes, so I waxed him. No, not a Brazillian wax. I terminated him with extreme prejudice. And here's the thing. When you make a decision in the game, even down to what you say, it effects the outcome of the game. (Sounds uncomfortably like life.) I decided against all the stealth attacks because I prefer shooter games anyway. I will rock and roll through this one, if I make it.
     On the first level, I just wandered a lot because I missed some sort of play. Today I finally got past that mission and found myself on a plane, digging up dirt on the organization I was working for. Later I found myself with my hot girlfriend at a safe house in Costa Rica. She was needing a drug that helps with augmentation problems. The body tends to reject these augmentations. No, don't ask me what her augs are; a gentleman doesnt tell. I was able to scrounge around and get her some Neuro-whatever. Then I went to Panama City to find a Doctor. I forgot why I even wanted the guy, actually. I was wandering the streets, looking in garbage cans for credits. Hey, I know. No pride.
    This is one of those games where you walk up to people and they say something. This one lady in Nightshades, a club, was funny. She kept telling me to come back later after she had a few drinks. This kind of thing made me insecure and I worried that perhaps augs were the new scum of the earth here in 2036 or whenever.
    You have a variety of weapons and enhancements to garner. For instance, the ability to charm people into doing what you want. Cool. Another is a 'ghosting capability' which can pass you through laser fields. Handy in my line of work. In some of these augs I am reminded of the terrific game called Mass Effect Three.
     Deus Ex: The Fall is a $6.99 game. It has a lot of video clips in it, a good story, cool power-ups and weapons and is a worthy buy. Hey, almost forgot. There are robot drones in the future, as well as today. I bought an EMP Grenade and threw at one. (In the game) A big blue fireball of electricity turned that drone into a hunk of junk. I think I have a picture here somewhere....
From the Nightshades Lounge, I'm CE Wills.


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