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The Piano Player and His Pards

     Hey, everyone. I proceeded in my new game tonight. I am speaking of Plants vs. Zombies 2. I'd like to tell you a little about this third and final 'world' of the Wild West. If you look at the picture you'll see that you have a new plant which  shoots lightning bolts and electrocutes the enemy. There is also a plant which slings water melons. When you feed them plant food they just explode pink melon stuff all over the place. Very cool. Oh, yeah, the zombies skeletel structure shows up when they are shocked. See above.
     My personal favorite in this world is the piano player zombie. He comes rolling out with his piano and a funny hat. He plays some great old west type of tunes. When he does, all the other zombies dance and switch lanes . This messes up your defensive formations.There are times when it gets so chaotic that I just sit and watch, a good way to lose.
    There are also some gunslinger zombies who wear ponchos like in Clint Eastwood movies. If you shoot away their poncho, you see that they are wearing a metal breastplate. It is tough to penetrate.
     But that's not all the wonders of this place. Nooooooo.There are midget zombies who ride on bulls. The bulls throw them over your fighters unless you have a 'tall wall nut' in the way. (Not shown.) There is a zombie with red hair that carries chickens around. He has about 5 or 6 with him. They go nuts when he drops them. They peck all your stuff and run around like... a chicken with its head cut off. Ha, ha. The lightning plant works good on the chickens.
    So, with lightning bolts, chickens, bulls, piano players, dancing zombies, noise, confusion and everything else, this game is a riot of activity. It overpowers your senses, almost. For a jaded old dude like me to laugh out loud is something, but that's what I did when the piano man came out. Billy Joel he was not, but it was great. Don't get me wrong, I really liked the music.
    From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.
P.S. I almost forgot about the miner zombie. This old codger has a stick of dynamite in his back pocket. Moreover, it is lit. (Please don't try this at home.) So, when the dynamite blows, the guy goes sailing to the back of your defenses, where he wreaks havoc by walking back toward his own guys and destroying your plants. If you have a pea shooter that shoots in both directions you'll be okay.
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