Dino Hunter: Deadly Shores

Dino Hunter: Deadly Shores answers a question nobody should’ve asked but everyone wants answered: what if Deer Hunter starred T-Rexes and had you aim for their lungs?

Dropped into a sun-scorched island with more dinosaurs than ethics, this touchscreen FPS turns the lost world into your own personal shooting gallery. Missions are short, like, microwave-a-hot-pocket short, but every one feels like a high-stakes nature doc where the cameraman brought a rocket launcher. From tagging a compsognathus in the heart to blowing the jaw off a charging carnotaurus, each hunt has the morbid satisfaction of a precision strike… followed by a slow-mo camera tracking the bullet into an eyeball.

That’d be grim if these weren’t reptiles extinct for 65 million years. But they are, so it’s awesome.

What starts with a basic rifle quickly spirals into a buffet of overkill: crossbows, gatling guns, even infrared scopes that reveal a stegosaurus’ squishy bits like it’s some armored piñata. Just don’t miss, especially when that “Chameleon” raptor fades into the trees or the aptly named “Tyrant” decides you look snackable.

There’s a catch, of course: energy systems, pop-up offers, and some exotic weapons priced like they’re forged from meteorite. But if you’ve got patience, or a tolerance for watching ads to juice your gold, there’s a surprising amount of meat on these bones.

Sure, movement’s on rails and multiplayer’s MIA, but when the music swells after a perfect shot and the T-Rex drops in a thunderous heap? You’ll forget all that.

Just keep your finger steady, your aim true, and whatever you do, don’t miss the heart.