Leo looked at his maxed-out garden. He had everything, but he had nothing left to play for. With a sigh, he went back to the file manager, deleted the
But as the waves hit 100, 200, 500, the thrill began to sour. There was no strategy left. No desperate sun-collecting, no clutch Cherry Bombs. He was a god in a world that couldn't fight back. The zombies weren't a threat; they were just sprites being deleted. Leo looked at his maxed-out garden