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This Mummy Needs To Get Out of My Face

    Hey, everyone. Recently I was on a 'dig' at a buried tomb and had a brush with the local populace. Yeah, I'm kidding. I was actually playing the new game called Escape From Doom. This game is an endless runner, which means that you start at the same point every time and your character runs, dodges etc. until meeting his...er... doom.
     The creators of this game have taken a page from Iron Man 3 and added a dynamic that involves finding weapons with which you can defend yourself (this game might be unpopular on Capitol Hill for this reason.)
     As you flee from the tomb, you dodge right and left to avoid mummies and try to run across vases and treasure chests which contain goodies like keys and the aforementioned weapons. The game also gives you goals like 'kill 10 mummies' or 'find so many keys'. Keys will unlock chests you run across. 5 keys will unlock additional ammo. Like most games, the rewards need to be more generous so that you won't have to grind so much to advance. I will give the developers a lot of credit for this; there are no in-apps that I can see.
    While you are running across the landscape you might be approaching what you believe to be a vase and find out that it is a mummy rising from the sand. Cool. If you have a gun, you tap the center of the screen to fire at the ugly bounders. After running a few miles you have to run through a sandstorm. There are good and bad results to a sandstorm. They uncover more vases and treasure chests. (Good). But you can't see the bad guys until you are right on them. (Bad). Later on, I understand that you encounter temples.
     This game is a paltry $1.99 and is fun to play. The graphics are good, as you can see from the screenshot above. I will say that this mummy needs to be getting out of my face. His breath stinks and his complexion is to die for. Ha, ha. He needs to hire an NFL trainer to give him a good tape job.
    From this gritty desert, I'm CE Wills; I'm scared and I want my mummy.
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