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Don't be fooled! This game is not what it appears! I thought I had at last discovered Games Reviewers' Paradise in Hunter. That place where games don't scream at you all the time or sear your eyes with primary colours.

On the screen graceful, bird-like shapes floated serenely round a grid pattern. Soft, pastel colour tantilised my senses. I had control of what looked like a yellow Vulcan bomber. As I moved off round the grid, the shaped wafted after me, moving gently through the rows.

I potted a few easily, the next couple were a little more tricky and the last one almost defied destruction. On the next screen the shapes began to exhibit almost animal cunning - weaving, moving faster. A sneak attack took out two of my lives. I could feel the prickly sensation of tension building within me.

By about the fourth screen the terrible realisation dawned - there was *intelligence* in this program! The bird-vermin were moving faster and showing lightning reflexes at avoiding my fire. I, the hunter, was being hunted! Curse you, Terminal! Curse your incredibly smooth graphics, great sound and addictive gameplay. I'm shattered... paradise has been lost.