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Gods Eater Burst is the successor of God Eater, PSP game of 2010 that the public had been so successful. It is a science fiction game of action and adventure for the PSP developed by Namco Bandai Games and produced by D3Publisher. Usually
species who flees when he sees a monster, however, in Gods Eater Burst, your task will be to hunt them down and then kill them. In fact, as a type of gameplay is very similar to Monster Hunter game blockbuster, but in this case has been made a lot of attention to the plot of the game and the customization of its protagonists and their weapons. The animals that are occupying the land are so enormous that you will not mind having someone for help during this hunt: This game, in fact, includes a multiplayer mode for up to 4 players simultaneously.

Above we showed you the cover of Gods Eater Burst, while here below we show the video with the trailer for this game for PSP



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of war games for the PSP have come out a lot, now we want to create a list of the most beautiful ever. Pride of place belongs to course Metal Gear Solid: Peace Walker , the action-adventure game created by Kojima in partnership with Konami and released in June 2010. The storyline in this game is amazing, as well as incredible gameplay in multiplayer, really satisfying. This is certainly one of the most beautiful games ever for the PSP that has ever been created.

In second place we find another series title Metal Gear Solid, these Metal Gear Solid: Portable Ops , the game of war, action and adventure for the PSP ever created by Kojima in collaboration with the Konami, this game was released in December 2006. Technically this game is impeccable and his game in multiplayer mode is particularly rich and exciting.

In third place are Syphon Filter: Dark Mirror , the shooting game created for the PSP and survival by SCEA and published in March 2006. The graphics and sound effects for this game are high level and its playability is very high.

Al ranks fourth in the war games for PSP are the most beautiful ever Socom: U.S. Navy SEALs Fireteam Bravo , created by Zipper Interactive and released in November 2005. The games on the website, as well as being characterized by a variety of different environments, has the trump card in a game in multiplayer mode can support up to 16 players simultaneously. Worthy of reporting is also the second chapter of this series.

In fifth place we find Resistance: Retribution , the sci-fi shooter game for PSP created by SCEA and released in March 2009. The story of this game is told in a very engaging, it's also a really fast-paced shooter.

the sixth place we Syphon Filter: Logan's Shadow , the shooter game for PSP created by SCEA and released in October 2007. This game features a good storyline, lots of weapons available to the player multiplayer and a solid and well-functioning.

the seventh in the rankings are Field Commander, the game of war and turn-based strategy for PSP created by Sony Computer Entertainment and released in May 2006. The control system of this game is very den done and the level editor makes it virtually infinite.

eighth place we Killzone: Liberation , the game of war and sci-fi shooter for the PSP developed by Guerrilla and produced by SCEA, released in October 2006. This is a game very well done, with many weapons and many missions to accomplish, an action game shooter and really very satisfying.

the ninth place among the finest games for PSP Metal Gear Acid 2 are , the game of action and strategy made by Kojima and produced by Konami, released in March 2006. The gameplay of this game has been completely revitalized and as a side dish you can find a soundtrack really charming and a very good level of graphics.

At the end of this ranking with war games for the PSP the most beautiful ever find Tom Clancy's Ghost Recon Advanced Warfighter 2 , characterized by a graphic very nice but a bit 'penalized by the controls a bit difficult and from a lack of longevity.

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Phantom Brave: The Hermuda Triangle

Phantom Brave: The Hermuda Triangle approda su PSP con tanti nuovi ed esclusivi contenuti. Questo gioco fantasy di strategia a turni per PSP è stato sviluppato dalla Nippon Ichi Software e prodotto dalla NIS America.
Dopo essere uscito su Playstation 2 ed essere poi trasportato più recentemente su Wii, questa è la vosta della Playstation Portable. In questa nuova edizione faranno la loro apparizione anche nuovi personaggi sul quale al momento, però, non si hanno informazioni.
Qui sopra vi abbiamo mostrato the cover of Phantom Brave: The Hermuda Triangle, while below we show the video with the trailer for this game for PSP



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February 13, 2011 - Running from Dogliani home

Una giornata anomala, già nella sua genesi. L'ha partorita, cullata e cresciuta Matteo, questa volta, l'idea: una pensata che nemmeno la mia mente bacata avrebbe potuto escogitare. Vegeto sul sedile passeggero, un po' addormentata, un po' infiacchita per colpa della giornata bigia, buia, umida. Non si vede ancora, che sarà bigia e buia ed umida, per la verità; in questa stagione, un po' prima delle sette, è normale che la luce si faccia attendere. Già prima di abbandonare l'amena terra carmagnolese, nel furgone è calato un silenzio di tomba: un recupero di sonno in extremis, per me; la paralisi del terrore, per Matteo, che, tra meno di un'ora, sarà costretto ad affrontare le conseguenze della sua sconsideratissima found. You can park in Dogliani

along the way up to Bossolasco, but still in the country, its junction with the road that goes in Monforte d'Alba. The ritual of dressing, to Matthew, is a long and troubled, but today, all things considered, I do not mind a few moments to enjoy even the illusion of warmth of the seat. It's cold and there's even hope for a ray of sunshine, at least to listen to the weather. More dazed than ever, I look at the small park and fountain, strictly dry this season, and trunks and gnarled branches and big bare plane trees. The van is still here and we walk back to Carmarthen, of course. And not for the direct route, of course: including Via Monforte, Gallo, La Morra, Pocapaglia, Sommariva Perno, Ceresole. The idea I like, I liked immediately when I read the proposal via e-mail, give me many miles to run and I am glad you do ... At the same time, however, to propose that surprised me was just Matthew. Of course, I have no doubt that he is able to complete the crossing, and here I say here again, that Satan does not suffer anything, you would step on a truck trailer rather than surrender. But when I was in the past to encourage it to long distances on asphalt, just thinking about attacking a quacking like all the geese of the Capitol put together, giving the more imaginative and elaborate excuses to escape the torture. We are here today and decided him ... I do not argue and I adjusted. It is part and, of course, no going back. So I know that, sooner or later, a one hundred kilometers on asphalt will try it too ... E 'Fatal Attraction, you can not escape. We set off at a trot, with backpacks on their shoulders: that of Matthew is a reasonable size, mine is just enormous, even though almost empty. It starts rising, the last languid look in the window of the bakery on the corner: produces true delights, the shop, but, apparently, does not open on Sunday morning. Better this way: dealing with the rise of a cubic kilometer of flat bread on the stomach could possibly be annoying.
The road along a valley wild soft, made even darker by the blanket clouds. Few houses, speaking of cold and damp walls down here, a dog barking in the yards; vegetation gone, winter, tangles of brambles. The sides of the hill, white patches of sand that crumbles slowly down and ruin. You talk, although I still struggling a bit 'to escape the grip of sleep ... And I have not figured out how to throw today, if my legs will turn the grace of good or not. The road, black rain, begins with a hint of soft curves and draws up the hills, a stone bridge, an arch that is a small masterpiece, gives me the transition to a strategic spot for a break. On my way, I download some branch bump on his head a shower of rain. To Now, that does not come from heaven, even if the air is so humid that your clothes and your hair is already wet. Matthew attaches quickly the work of the jaws, before we reached the point where the road turns sharply to the right and starts to climb, taking us away from the valley floor, offering a bit 'air, more light. The sky is a bit 'less gray, but only because the sun has risen. It 's the first climb of the day and is far from tricky: it can run smoothly and without stopping to chat. The cold is gone and has been replaced by a bath of sweat, but unfortunately there is no alternative, but to undress and put on any slope reversal. Now I am happy, I would say almost euphoric. I know every inch of this road, for having worn tires of the bike, even though I step down here. Those little bumps, soon gems that dot the branches of fruit trees, the tiny blue flowers on the roadside, the cascade of yellow forsythia on the pylon of a house is well exposed, everything seems to belie the threats of the thermometer: scratch all you want, dear winter, you are now running out. Few car is still too early for the tourists. Those few that are around this season for the Langhe are materialized at lunch. The greyness flattens the landscape. In the twinkling of us in Monforte. Amazing how many details escape not only to those traveling by car, but also those who ride a bike, the rich and beautiful facade of the Duomo is not an image of the second floor ... Yet I had never seen, or rather, never observed carefully, passing a bicycle. I could say that there is a church, yes, but nothing more. Moreover, repeated close encounters with the asphalt or the plate of the car I was convinced of the opportunity to keep their eyes glued to the road.
The town center, nice and tastefully renovated, is still deserted, with only a few passing cold, with the daily newspaper under his arm. My nostrils, infallible as those of a truffle hound when it comes to picking up food scents, come alive the intense smell of croissant: it is better to spin out of here, and quickly, before the temptation to take over. Take the turning towards Castiglione Falletto, past buildings built right on the edge, facing the panorama of Langa, and to Monchiero Novello. Certainly the engineers have made the necessary accounts to ensure the stability of the buildings, but I do not buy a home and of course, already having only the ease with which the asphalt of the streets around here every slide down rain. And they are horrible, these buildings have nothing to do with the environment that surrounds them. Regret useless, so now is the same everywhere. There remains only a meager relief: gi eyes dei posteri, nemmeno troppo lontani, probabilmente non saranno aggrediti dall'orrenda visione di questo ed altri anche peggiori scempi. Se buona parte delle nuove costruzioni, spuntate dal nulla a tempo di record, sono state erette con gli stessi "criteri" che ho visto, per lavoro, applicati in molti, troppi edifici nuovissimi in Carmagnola e dintorni... Quelle strutture non dureranno a lungo.

Seguire la strada principale per Castiglione, oppure scendere a Gallo via Perno? Non ho dubbi, la scelta cade su Perno; strada secondaria, offre un po' di su e giù ed attraversa un borgo che io trovo meraviglioso. Matteo, preoccupatissimo per le sorti della sua impresa, mi prega di non aggiungere chilometri ai chilometri già previsti: "Ma no – lo rassicuro – tranquillo, di qua o di là come lunghezza è lo stesso!". In realtà non ne ho la più pallida idea... Assaporo il gusto della vendetta: quasi sempre, quando ci lanciamo in qualche raid, è Matteo ad avere il controllo della situazione e del percorso; io, per quanto mi sforzi di prepararmi ogni volta al peggio, cado regolarmente vittima dei suoi peccati di sottostima (delle difficoltà del viaggio) e sovrastima (delle mie capacità fisiche e psicologiche). Nella corsa su asfalto conservo, per ora, una posizione di vantaggio: non certo per superiorità fisica, quanto piuttosto perché lui ha sempre rifiutato con orrore l'idea delle corse su asfalto di lunga distanza, già a partire dalla maratona, preferendo di gran lunga boschi e sentieri. Se io parto per correre sessanta km, ho la ragionevole certezza di completare il percorso, a meno di catastrofi; ce l'avrebbe anche lui, la certezza, solo che non ci crede. Per ora. Ergo, meglio che io mi goda quest'ultimo scampolo di supremazia.

Si torna a vedere cose belle: lungo la breve salita, un fitto bosco, intrecci di rami e rovi e primi timidi cenni di fiorellini; due edifici, uno più bello dell'altro; il secondo ancora in corso di ristrutturazione, ma un vero capolavoro, per quel che si può vedere. La strada abbandona il versante con vista su Novello per offrirci il panorama di Serralunga d'Alba; la pendenza s'inverte, in corrispondenza del bivio per la frazione Castello. Giù in discesa tra i filari di viti spoglie, d'aspetto quasi sinistro; il piccolo cimitero, l'abitato di Perno, un gioiello. Qui, chi ha messo mano alle case l'ha fatto con molto gusto. Oltrepassiamo la strettoia: i vistosi segni di strisciata sui muri lasciano intendere che non sempre chi guida i veicoli su di qua ha l'occhio attento per le misure...
Altri due ripidi tornanti ci precipitano giù verso il fondovalle. Per me, seconda sosta tecnica, a cui segue la saggia, sacrosanta quanto inutile lezione di Matteo sulla corretta alimentazione. Io lo so benissimo, cosa dovrei mangiare, quanto, quando e come. Ma è più forte di me: credo di avere una buona disciplina quando si tratta di costringermi a macinare km, but they are powerless against the overwhelming power of my eating disorder. The regular meals are a distant memory of adolescence, when he still commanded the mother, and since then, most have never managed to overcome the dependence on continued munching and messy. The fact of working at home, close to the pantry, the situation worsens, the kindness of a mother who sees me more and more emaciated, and instead book a visit to the ophthalmologist, I am in office find loads of food sufficient to overcome a siege that lasts five years, complete disaster. Obviously, every now and then my digestive system rebels, poor fellow, is the least we can do. I envy you so much, but just as much, who has the power to willingness to follow a diet, or just a criteria sensible feeding, who can fill the void in the stomach with an apple, rather than a kilo of bread sticks, who does not feel the need to maintain the jaws in perpetual motion. Maybe there was a mistake, perhaps it was intended that I was born ruminant, instead of being human ... I can not, I can not, I can not; ingurgito stuff when I'm hungry, hungry to silence, and even when I'm not hungry, for who knows what kind of a compulsive need. For goodness sake, do not use seasonings of any kind outside the halls, but it is precisely the amount that I ruined. If I did lots of sport, probably the tap and a half pounds ...
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we bowl at the end of the descent. From the courtyard of a farmhouse is approached by a big dog for a moment threatening to leave soon understood that the bark has been dictated by pure sense of duty. Done the minimum wage of his work, watching us away from it, lazy. We very much regret, just below the little body of a dog at the roadside: I stop the overflow, but there is hope, it is hard. Dead, with eyes wide open. Close to the heart: the only hope is that, as it is, I think the transition was instantaneous, without too much suffering. Poor creature ...

The round tower of Castiglione Falletto hangs over our skulls up there on left. I had never noticed the signs of full paths, maybe it's just pop, or maybe I realize now that I converted the bike to bike racing. This season would be more suitable vessel to moor, to wallow in the mud, but in the summer, if I remain long, I will be exploring. At the junction with the road that goes by Gallo in Serralunga, cross the street a small dog nearly identical to that we have found dead after a while, passing a car ... I miss your breath away. I wish I could personally put the noose around the neck of his unfortunate master, twice because unconscious, leaving the animal free, endangers the life of the poor creature and also that of those who, by car or, worse, running or cycling, were suddenly faced trovarselo.

overcome the entrance to the estate of Fontanafredda and reach Gallo, from there, we take the direction of La Morra. A pale sun seems to try to make their way through the clouds. Here are tired, a little '. Legs stiff, here, and shortness of breath. I pretend to nothing: the road is still long and we must convince me that I'm fine, fine, because in one way or another we must return home. The hill is dotted with small groups of houses, rows, tidy, seem designed with the tools of the surveyor. Land which must be worth a blunder, this, plant a pole in and out wine, and that wine, too!
The approach to the real beginning of the ascent, the village of Santa Maria, is a pain: a long slight slope uphill, with the aggravating circumstance of cars that, at this hour, now raging. A few timid shade of blue is visible through the mist. I run until I can, or rather, I try to represent the movement of the race, but there is little to be done. I can run for one whole climb, even much longer than what I faced this morning to Monforte, but I can not just run a second ascent, as easy, if there was a drop in half. The legs are packed, the heart refuses. Patience: m'infilo between homes in Santa Maria step. Matthew does not seem to make the objection in this regard.

's still early, but already you smell the aroma of sauces. On the square of the village, parking space, a beautiful cocker tip us with interest squirts attention, decided to tip us, wagging his tail with his stump of tail. We are in a double blind curve, so that the small end in senseless car, I sketch the other side of the road. A sweet little animal, a beautiful fawn coat, cool fresh toiletries. A courtyard, in front of it, comes a Mistress no more than the first coat, wrapped in a fur coat that reaches to the feet and wobbly high heels, "Stay - addressed to the doggie, curtly - Sit. "The launch look grim, but express my contempt for the garment and content, I greet the puppy, the way, we leave. But the animal does not consider, of course, give weight to words of the owner, if that person is the owner. In fact, really wants to march with us. Trotta on the edge of the road, take the plunge with unsuspected agility in a small dog of noble birth, is the slalom between the screws , tumbles in unfenced garden of a house, exploring every square inch of land, every leaf, every pot, all carefully marked with a raised paw. But yes, now stop, go back now ... Of course not: regardless of ' commitment from those who have just sanded, combed, and swab the soft coat, the little Satan wallows in the ditch, the mud, in the grass, until it assumed the appearance of a floor cloth felted. Even seems happy to have regained his dignity as a dog, leaving behind the mask of the plush living room. If Carampane furs is really his mistress, I enjoy the show the expression on his face, when he will review ... At a minimum, slumps down on the floor!

The surprise meeting for the tender, however, soon turns into a nightmare, at least for me. The little dog has no intention of going back on his feet. Continue to follow us, and what is worse, he launches into wild ran from one end of the road every time you notice the arrival of a car, crouches and throws it at you, barking, pursuing closer to the wheels, too. I gasp, I cover my eyes every time I stop, get it, bring it back down. It 's true, is surely right Matthew, that animal knows the place well and seems to move naturally, this does not save him, however, the immense risk of being invested. Anxiety, fear, I see it already hit and lying on the edge, like that other poor Cagnotto we saw just before Gallo; I miss your breath ... There is no way to convince him to return home is not that Matthew and I divide, you need not try the away in the middle of the bush, that disappears for a while, but then finds himself nose to the ground, happy and satisfied as if expecting a reward. And I wished that I would enjoy this nice, long climb! There he crouched dinuovo, here comes the car, invest it, no, you invest! There is nothing more nor nuanced view of the hills, nor the timid ray of sun, I have only the terror of what will happen to this poor creature. It is not possible to happen ... I wish with all my strength, tighten a noose around his neck that left him free of the irresponsible, endangering himself, poor little, and whoever has the misfortune to run up against him, even by motorcycle or bicycle.

The only hope is to "loss" over the roundabout, over the second last bend before La Morra, I try to go for broke, taking a small road on the left which should, I believe, get more directly in the center of town. I nodded to Matthew, who follows me; the hatches later, engaged in some kind of marking tracks and smells. We hasten up the ramp, maybe it's done, maybe did not notice, perhaps finally back down ... But no: here again, more than ever happy and dirty, relentless, back before them, guide our way. From the road we take a steep cobbled ramp, which leads us to the viewpoint of La Morra: puffy, hard work, I invoke the sticks. The animal no: from Santa Maria, has already traveled twice the distance and the difference that I have accumulated, to a completely different speed, yet it shoots up like a crazy ball. In town, take to explore all the corners, watching the passers-by cross the main road dodging the cars for a nap ... What do we do now, what do we do? The sense of guilt is strong, at least one of helplessness. I'm terrified, if followed us this far, we still follow, right down the road that goes on and reaches Tanaro Pollenzo: there no hope, is destined to end up under a car in the first ten meters. We must make sure that does not see us anymore, that he returned home, hoping that falls unharmed. Why the street knows it, that's for sure. No sooner said than done, in a fit of despair, we set off on his back legs on a side street, not seen, can not see the point where it is. Away, away, away, fast! My sprint is cut short, Matthew is already a hundred yards ahead, when I risk a collapse. Are not made for sprinting. A few passing notes there dumbfounded, and I face all the time, like I was being chased, hunted. This time we did it, yes, it seems that we made. I just have to be careful not to stumble, in the heat. And maybe try to reach Matthew, who has taken flight. Gasp at every rustle of foliage, bark at each of the gardens: it is not he tell me that it is not him ... In fact I do not see anymore. I just hope, really, who returns to her home unharmed.

Rivalta We take the long descent towards the valley floor and then, long, soft and pleasant, with plenty of diversion in the midst of a hazelnut. Experiment not to be repeated through the vines in order to avoid being impallinati instantly. It's okay for the moment, even if the sentence for the cocker does not dissolve. After all, what could I do? He would not be catching ... And there still would have followed, toward the most dangerous section of the route.
A halo of pale sun tries, from time to time, to pierce the mist. The rows of vines, still remains, give the landscape into something sinister in this light so gray. Two cyclists pass us: white flies today. Moreover, I myself would not have jumped into the saddle, I'm sick of the cold stove stufissima. Running it heats up more.

From the summit of La Morra home there are 38 km. Then there will miss 36, so. Rivalta A few souls to the small playground in front of the horrible church courtyards, only dogs they see in our passage. Not too much effort, only a few half-hearted bark, the minimum wage to earn jelly. Just before the junction with the valley road, take advantage of a fountain next to the courtyard of a house, in plain sight stands the threat, "not drinking", but we do not care about. I have not even the bottle: bothers me to hear her dancing in your backpack. And I prefer not to take advantage of that too much of Matthew, which is much more phobic to selfish than me. I'll drink at home.

The stretch running along the valley road, which passes over the bridge and arrived at the Tanaro Pollenzo, is the hottest, just literally. The sun finally seems to break and I'm dressed like the Michelin Man. In addition, here is the case for increasing the pace: there is a damn traffic, you breathe exhaust and could result in the rind. Via the cap, at least that.
Pollenzo than I had ever seen: known only today a bell and a bow that I have not been raised in recent months. And yes, cycling here, I passed a million times. But in a bike here, you can not afford to keep an eye on the road and other criminals on four wheels.
glanced at the greed of the seller orange pickup truck, stopped at the roundabout. And to think that I even like oranges, or rather, I like the juice, but not the fruit. Today, however, wins the thirst ... Matthew seems to keep going without hesitation that he can not ignore the presence of edible matter within seven kilometers! Whether arriving by the end of the world?

Again the harrowing Butchers straight until the traffic light, then we'll be out of chaos. I draw for the umpteenth time to Borraccetti of honey, under the illusion that this is enough to remove the slack. The construction boom and the bad taste has outdone himself here, villas, houses and buildings sprout like mushrooms. Bring myself to go back home? And by Gian, a surplice always arrives, now you know. It will pass. After the traffic lights, houses, pharmacy, exorcise the fatigue talking. We are at that point where we have a long way in your shoes, but still a lot of first half. Matt tries the full-km missing. Twenty-five or so. The short climb that passes under the railway bridge is good, unassailable excuse to walk a bit ', if I persevere in corricchiare uphill risk here to jump ... Matteo welcomes the proposal and take advantage, just happened to a spuntino. La corsa riprende non appena dalla stradina di Macellai ci immettiamo sulla strada che da Bra va verso Pocapaglia. Il paese è steso come un lenzuolo sul pendio ripido della collina. Naso in su a guardare la chiesa; c'è una stradina che parte di lì e si reimmette su quella che stiamo percorrendo, più avanti. Certo, rispondo alla domanda inquisitoria di Matteo, che potremmo passarci, ma bisognerebbe salire fin lassù. Tutto dislivello inutile; non hai chiesto il percorso più breve possibile?
Superiamo un cortile con quattro splendidi pastori tedeschi che piantano cagnara per venti: non capita loro tutti i giorni di potersi scatenare contro un paio di podisti, qui. Passiamo anche oltre la microscopica filiale di banca, accanto al bivio per il centro dell'abitato: è una struttura così mingherlina che sembra di poterla rapinare dando un pugno alla parete... Un paio di curve e la pendenza s'inverte. Coraggio, un po' di discesa e leggerissimo falsopiano. Poche case, pioppi, borgate sparse su per il pendio; il bivio per Monticello segna la fine della discesa. Le gambe se ne accorgono subito: si torna a salire, una salita appena accennata che patisco moltissimo. Mi distraggo seguendo con lo sguardo le stradine che si staccano sulla sinistra e risalgono la collina; chissà se ce n'è una che arriva a Sommariva perno, a parte quella che imboccheremo noi? Questo tratto mi sembra puntualmente interminabile, anche in bici. Mi conforta il pensiero della cioccolata calda che ci 'll grant Sommariva Perno: more unique than rare, was Matthew to forward the proposal this time. Although, now that the temperature has reached a comfortable level, it would take quite a Coca Cola. And I also hungry ... I accept the steep

"harness" to Sommariva with gratitude. Today is the day: how much slack ... You walk at a brisk pace, amid the poplars, and then to come up at the foot of the village. I go back inside, in a beautiful cobblestone street, until you return to the main road, at the avenue, which decided in the direction of the cross bar. Matt fumbles with bags of sugar, there will twelve, as a minimum. And this time I would too, if only I dared to. Instead they put one and I keep my hunger. And even the thirst: the fountain in the square is obviously dry, as a precaution against frost. Mogia very weak division and down down the road that leads to Ceresole. Matthew gaining ground, but I can not just follow him. I keep my pace, expect the situation a bit better '. Cemetery, supermarket, sports center, slightly downhill. From the roundabout will be about twenty kilometers. Horrible, along the highway, but it is the shortest route. Meanwhile, the regular route causes me to feel a bit 'better. Now we proceed in stages ideals: the roundabout at the junction for Monteu, the other junction Sommariva Bosco; the transition to Ceresole, the arrival of the street Santa Rita; home. In fact, the first step is met. I run on the roadside, I realize that I'm taking, thoughtfully, a sort of archive of waste dumped in ditches from the usual, unfortunately, numerous and aggressive, idiots. An umbrella, a doll, a shoe, the other who knows where. I propose a variant of Matthew: a road that leads us to the right, with a short climb, Ceresole in the way of farms. At least one lever on this motorway. Matthew is very concerned about the inappropriate diversion: "But no - fly over - trust me, it's the same thing." Dinuovo with a certain malicious satisfaction. For once, I'm not the one who lives in anguish. Indeed, I must say that I now recovery, I'm just fine. A pair of soft curves and here we are the bottleneck between the farms. Soon after, we continue to run in the countryside, with his eye fixed on the repeater, which indicates our goal. Intermedia, of course. Imposing the rows of poplar trees still bare. In town, try your luck with the fountain, without hope, in fact, this is closed. Never admit it, but I have a thirst that consumes me. Come on, another hour or so and we are home. Last effort, last stretch of road traffic. I almost sure that there is, to our right, at least a dirt road that runs parallel to the main road, but I dare not propose it, Matthew is a bit 'try, I worried that more tired. I can not wait could say that it is almost without lying too; account the meters that are missing the last fork, but I can not deceive myself, since I know every stone of this road.

"Here, look over there, that sign. We go there." And then, really, is the latest effort, six kilometers at most, out of traffic. The farms, pylons, the system of solar panels still under construction, the chapel without the roof in the middle of the campaign. And 'this beautiful stretch of road, gentle, wavy, which is seen, in a privileged elevated a few feet, the expanse of the plains and the crown of the Alps once again I offer my suffering companion the Borraccetti Honey: "From prendila... Anche se ti fa venire sete, ormai siamo quasi arrivati". Capitola, questa volta. Lo vedo più preoccupato che stanco, in realtà, ma non ce n'è più ragione. Quando ricevo il messaggio di mamma, che si domanda quale sia stato il nostro infausto destino, siamo ormai al cavalcavia dell'autostrada. Le prime case di Santa Rita, la curva, il sottopassaggio della ferrovia. E' proprio fatta, poche centinaia di metri, l'ultimo tratto al passo. Casa: una sessantina di km di corsa alle spalle e l'accoglienza travolgente di Skipper, abbandonato parecchie ore fa, solo e ramingo, sul lettone. Solo dopo aver scolato un litro e mezzo d'acqua riprenderemo la favella.

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Ys I & II Chronicles

Ys I & II Chronicles is nothing but a remake of the first two titles in the Ys series. This action role-playing game for the PSP was developed by Falcom and produced by Xseed Games.
I miglioramenti che sono stati fatti in Ys I & II Chronicles sono più evidenti per quanto riguarda la grafica e la colonna sonora del gioco. In questo gioco di ruolo per PSP vestirete i panni di Adol Christin, uno spadaccino molto abile dai capelli rossi. Il vostro compito sarà quello di liberare una volta per tutte Esteria dalle forze del male.
Qui sopra vi abbiamo mostrato la copertina di Ys I & II Chronicles, mentre qui sotto vi facciamo vedere il video con il trailer di questo gioco per PSP:



Giochi di ruolo per PSP

Se vi piacciono i giochi di ruolo per PSP allora date un'occhiata anche a Lord of Arcana , Ys: The Oath in Felghana , Unlosing ZHP vs. Ranger. Darkdeath Evilman , Knights in the Nightmare , Cladun: This is an RPG , Phantasy Star Portable 2 and Kingdom Hearts: Birth by Sleep .

Games of the week

These are the other reviews that we published this week: Big Business , Dragon Age 2: The Prince in Exile , Body and Brain Connection , Martial Empires: The Catastrophe of Babylon , Perfect World International: Sugar Cube Genesis and .
Earlier we also discussed Rank: The Videogame , Pro Evolution Soccer 2011 3D , Wakfu , Real Racing 2 , Trinity: Souls of Zill and O'll Gods & Heroes: Rome Rising .

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Tactics Ogre: Let Us Cling Together

Clan opposites are fighting each other for supremacy of the islands Valerian. This tactical role-playing game for the PSP is a game created by Square Enix. The release date of this game is scheduled by the end of February.
The struggle between these clan that has lasted for years has meant that every character has a very good personal reason that drives him in this battle. The gameplay of Tactics Ogre: Let Us Cling Together component has a very solid turn-based strategy game, but beyond that, all your actions will change the course of history, which will therefore be influenced by your choices during your adventure.
Above we showed an image of Tactics Ogre: Let Us Cling Together, while below we show the video with the trailer for this game for PSP



strategy game for PSP

If you like strategy games for the PSP then take a look also at Legends of War: Patton's Campaign , Worms: Battle Islands, Harvest Moon: Hero of Leaf Valley , Savage Moon: The Campaign Hera , PixelJunk Monsters Deluxe , Disgaea 2: Dark Hero Days and Mytran Wars.

Games of the week

These are the other reviews that we published this week: Life Paradise, Painkiller: Redemption , Astro Boy: The Video Game , Dead Space 2, Gray Matter , Dying for Daylight and Lucent Heart .
Earlier we also discussed Game 's Kisses Pucca, Pucca Noodle Rush, Mount & Blade: With Fire and Sword , LittleBigPlanet 2 , Empires At War and Shadows of the Damned .