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Huw’s response to Supernormal

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This is what Huw wrote. Good luck.

[NB to readers – I did format it so it looked slightly more readable; then I tried something else, and thought it looked better like that. So I kept it. Feel free to message me if you want the full text. Winkyface]

Huw Webb

Huw (photo by Sarah BB)

Playing Supernormal reminded me of those zombie survival games where you spend the day building defences and stockpiling weapons and then at night a horde of brainless lumbering creatures comes an tears down all the stuff you’ve been working on while you try an pick off the most dangerous and keep building new things. You don’t win these games, you just get a score. We got 2 days, maybe 14000 points, mostly for recruiting survivors.

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We played for 36 hours and were still over shadowed by a kid in wellies
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November 13, 2011 at 7:25 pm

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