Plenty of things to do, monthly events, yadda yadda until you hit level 65 and wipe the map of all of your enemies and you’re left wondering what’s left. The other portions of the game are special operations, base management (Farmville essentially,) and … eh, you’ll either like it or hate it. You have several different troop types and you have a battleship that can assist with things such as bombing an area, dropping health, or shooting a ball of spider like robots to eat the defenses. The game itself involves multiple sections, the main is to land your landing craft, unload and get off the beach and conquer an island occupied by the enemy. So I played, it was fun enough I decided I was going to see how far it was possible to go without paying for anything, and played, and there didn’t seem to be any limit to where I could. What it looks like when you max out all the tribes
I started playing and it was somewhat fun, I realized the big hook to it was it was something you had to wait on, and I decided I’d see how far I could get in a week or so and then probably give it up. Looked stupid, I’d just watched Saving Private Ryan and it felt in extremely poor taste, but decided to give it a try.
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I had seen the TV advertisements for Boom Beach before. I mean there’s some notifications, but you don’t have to enable them or respond. I wanted a game that involved strategy, that I could put down if I had a child explode, and that could be picked up when I had time without overly getting in my face to come and pet a cow or some Tamagotchi nonsense. The kids were all nestled on the floor playing with toys designed for two year olds, the TV was reporting on Oregon weather which was rain, drizzle, light rain, misting rain, cold, rain, and some sprinkles over Estacada, chance of rain in the future. TL DR – Paul talks about a game he’s spent a long time playing after reaching the highest level possible, doesn’t describe the game much, consider this a nostalgia trip. Two or three years ago I was sitting in Oregon with the inlaws contemplating Christmas, waiting for someone to come and pick us up to go somewhere, and drinking the weakest excuse for coffee ever made by man.