Last Shelter: Survival<p>Super Barista is a tower defence game - wait! Wait come back. I was about to say it's a tower defence game with a difference.</p><p>Instead of killing waves of introducing goblins, you're trying to satisfy the caffeine addiction of various intergalactic patrons. Your job is to build a cafe and order drinks that will keep astronauts happy.</p><p>So instead of turrets you build vending machines, tables, and robotic coffee vendors. And instead of remembering the right weapon to kill each enemy type, you have to remember their favourite drink.</p><p>You end up with a clever mix of strategy and time management as you craft a smart path through your space Starbucks and keep everyone refreshed with their preferred brew before they stomp out in a huff.</p><p>You'll have special crew members on hand to help out, like a sniper who shoots a bullet of coffee at an unhappy patron. And you can earn bonus combo points by refreshing five people at once.</p><p>The game's got a great pixel art style, and that's capped off with collectible cards that champion the community of pixel-pushing artisans. Top artists like Henrik Pettersson (Mojang), eBoy, and Octavia Navarro (Pixels Huh) have contributed cards.</p><p>Super Barista will launch initially for iOS (the team is open to an Android version), and is due in late July.</p>
A MILLER and his son were driving their Ass to a neighboring fair to sell him. They had not gone far when they met with a troop of women collected round a well, talking and laughing. "Look there," cried one of them, "did you ever see such fellows, to be trudging along the road on foot when they might ride?' The old man hearing this, quickly made his son mount the Ass, and continued to walk along merrily by his side. Presently they came up to a group of old men in earnest debate. "There," said one of them, "it proves what I was a-saying. What respect is shown to old age in these days? Do you see that idle lad riding while his old father has to walk? Get down, you young scapegrace, and let the old man rest his weary limbs." Upon this the old man made his son dismount, and got up himself. In this manner they had not proceeded far when they met a company of women and children: "Why, you lazy old fellow," cried several tongues at once, "how can you ride upon the beast, while that poor little lad there can hardly keep pace by the side of you?' The good-natured Miller immediately took up his son behind him. They had now almost reached the town. "Pray, honest friend," said a citizen, "is that Ass your own?' "Yes," replied the old man. "O, one would not have thought so," said the other, "by the way you load him. Why, you two fellows are better able to carry the poor beast than he you." "Anything to please you," said the old man; "we can but try." So, alighting with his son, they tied the legs of the Ass together and with the help of a pole endeavored to carry him on their shoulders over a bridge near the entrance to the town. This entertaining sight brought the people in crowds to laugh at it, till the Ass, not liking the noise nor the strange handling that he was subject to, broke the cords that bound him and, tumbling off the pole, fell into the river. Upon this, the old man, vexed and ashamed, made the best of his way home again, convinced that by endeavoring to please everybody he had pleased nobody, and lost his Ass in the bargain.
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