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According to the statistics, 1362 of my sisters have now given their life for the cause. My father sure was a busy man...

"Always remain in V-formation!" "But Sir, what if we have to dodge an air strike?" "ALWAYS REMAIN IN V-FORMATION!!!"

"Boss, the enemy is not harmed by our rockets and just uses their explosions to get airborn and destroy our aircrafts. Can't we just stop dropping them and let him drive into the first pit he comes across?" "You guys clearly don't know anything about effective battle tactics. Keep dropping those rockets!"

The map design in this game is superb.

Destroying doors should also yield experience.

*Tries to avoid everything* *Gets hit* *Tries to get hit two more times in order to restart quickly* *Misses everything*

Wait... so this guy gets stronger by training his reaction time?

"Alright, I want you to guard me and protect me against assassins and such, but I don't want to feel like I'm being guarded, y'know what I mean? Do whatever it is you do, but don't come too close," the supervisor says. A nod. "We won't let you down, sir. We're the best quasi-guards in the country."

The director doesn't look happy. "What do you mean he's dead? I told you five to guard the only access point to him!" The guards look around nervously. "Well, sir, we thought it would be a better idea to leave him by himself and wander around the building aimlessly. Accidents happen, sir."

"Down to the ground!" the discombobulated guard yelled to the man in black he had so inadvertently stumbled upon while simultaneously allowing no reaction time and already filling him full of lead.

"Shouldn't we at least investigate that giant hole which just opened up near us, then?" the first guard responded. "We don't have time for such trifles," the other one said, "if we are to keep an eye on the boss. Speaking of which, where is he? Come on, put your phone away and start searching. I believe those bloody footsteps were already here to begin with, so we can ignore those."

"Should we perhaps use some optical aids in order to be able to see across the whole room?" one of the guards asks another. "God, Steven, you're taking this summer job way too seriously. We're doing fine," the other replies as a mysterious man sprints past them.

"Is that a knife?" inquires the supervisor seemingly apropos of nothing but loud enough for the guards a few feet from him to hear it. "Should we perhaps look behind us to see what's there?" asks one of them another. "Nah," the other says, "he's probably talking to himself again. Now let's pass him and leave him alone for a while as the great guards we are."

For anyone struggling with the survival badges, don't forget that by staying passive and not killing anything your level will never increase and you will never have to dodge anything harder than greens, reds, and the occasional blues.

I'm no arachnologist, but I'm pretty sure that spiders are not able/willing to eat so much prey in such a short time span, nor need to. Where does our little friend (whom I shall dub "The Very Hungry Spider") leave it all, and why do his eating noises resemble those of humans so much? Also, how is it that he eats a bat faster than he does a butterfly? This game has got me tangled in its intricate web of questions.

I still don't understand who's the one paying him for what he does...

But... but what if the aliens are also kids in Halloween costumes?

This would be even more awesome with a 2- and 3-player version, which would allow the drones to be controlled by one's friends.

You know a level is hard when the move counter has stopped counting.

"Sir, you have placed the cupcake I wanted on the right on the left instead. Now you have spoiled my appetite completely. Good day!"