“I came back for my own purposes,” said the Time Traveler, looking around my booklined study. “I chose you to talk to because it was . . . convenient. And I don’t want you to do a goddamned thing. There’s nothing you can do. But relax . . . we’re not going to be talking about personal things. Such as, say, the year, day, and hour of your death. I don’t even know that sort of trivial information, although I could look it up quickly enough. You can release that white-knuckled grip you have on the edge of your desk.” I tried to relax. “What do you want to talk about?” I said. “The Century War,” said the Time Traveler. I blinked and tried to remember some history. “You mean the Hundred Year War? Fifteenth Century? Fourteenth? Sometime around there. Between . . . France and England? Henry V? Kenneth Branagh? Or was it . . .” “I mean the Century War with Islam,” interrupted the Time Traveler. “Your future. Everyone’s.” He was no longer smiling. Without asking, or offering to pour me any, he
I am really enjoying this one, to the point where I'm actually thinking about donating funds. It's subtly well balanced - haven't been able to crack level 30 yet.
ReplyDeleteIt definitely has some interesting tuning. You can play past the first couple of waves pretty easily; that sets the hook. Then the first time Creeps get past the fortifications, and you realize that you can set up new towers in real time... well, that's where it becomes habitual. I agree; it's well done.
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