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Metal RevolutionAPK v1.7.83
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Time:2022-05-19

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    &#;<p>You'd be wrong if you thought the title of Drylands was referring only to its arid wastelands. It doubles up as a nod to this post-apocalyptic world's reliance on... wait for it... juice.</p><p>Yes, there's none of Mad Max's and Waterworld's battles over petroleum. No, in Drylands it's all about the nectar of fruit and veg, it would seem.</p><p>Is it orange juice? Red berry juice? Pomegranate juice? Carrot juice? This is a mystery that you can only solve by playing Drylands.</p><p>I'm ribbing the game a bit, sure, but it's quite serious about juice being the only nutrient in the world. But it seems that whatever this valuable resource is, ultimately, it doesn't matter.</p><p>What does matter is that it's causing people to fight. And in this desperate world that makes for a lot of nasty situations.</p><p>It's an RPG like most others, but distinctly dark grey in appearance, filled with trailer trash and industrial misery.</p><p>As well as fighting brutes (inside and outside of the arena), you can join factions, hack security tech, be a bounty hunter, and collect loads of procedurally generated weapons.</p><p>If any of this has appeal to you (and it seems there's a lot to get stuck into) then you might want to dive and purchase Drylands for £2.29 / $2.99 on the App Store.</p><p>I, on the other hand, am going to my fridge to drink a tall glass of orange juice. Mmmm.</p>&#;

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    &#;Brain Wars(No Ads)TWO MEN, deadly enemies to each other, were sailing in the same vessel. Determined to keep as far apart as possible, the one seated himself in the stem, and the other in the prow of the ship. A violent storm arose, and with the vessel in great danger of sinking, the one in the stern inquired of the pilot which of the two ends of the ship would go down first. On his replying that he supposed it would be the prow, the Man said, "Death would not be grievous to me, if I could only see my Enemy die before me."�

    ��A COTTAGER and his wife had a Hen that laid a golden egg every day. They supposed that the Hen must contain a great lump of gold in its inside, and in order to get the gold they killed it. Having done so, they found to their surprise that the Hen differed in no respect from their other hens. The foolish pair, thus hoping to become rich all at once, deprived themselves of the gain of which they were assured day by day.

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