Yap Wizards Tower Defence

She Gnoblin on my tower till i yap defense wizards. This is art

Yoooooooooo this game's got guns that's crazy

Very nice and short video game, pretty funny as well. Was capable of 100% in 20 minutes. We gotta get these goblins out of our parks.

slow small and boring

What a game!

The game is free, which is nice, but it honestly feels more like a school project than a finished game. It's extremely short—you can get through everything in under an hour. By "everything," I mean earning both achievements, which is another downside since there are only 2 achievements in the entire game. Another negative is that there are towers shown in the game that you can't actually obtain, so you never get the chance to test them out. That makes the experience feel incomplete. 2/10. I wouldn't recommend it because of the lack of content and very short playtime. The only real upside is that it's a quick and easy source of free Steam achievements.

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