Hamsville Zero

Hamsvilles medieval city complex is under attack and you must help to defend the city against flying dinosaurs. You are in command of the guns and cannons available.

This arcade action game has 13 single player levels. Each stage has its challenges based on the trickiness of the flying beasts and the architecture of the town. You fight at day and night and in front of different landscapes.
Some creatures will attack your weapons while others destroy the town. Neither should be allowed, as this ends your mission in a fatal way.

The further you get, the higher your score and its reported to Game Center, if you like.

Hamsville - The Pteranodon Attack - Background story, excerpt from chapter one

Chapter 1
The Mountain Site

A gust of wind moved the fallen leaves and left barren spots on the ground. The late november sun was settings fast in the west behind the mountain ridge and delved the land into a dim blueish grey light. It was cold. Much colder as it used to be at this time of the year and the wind brought the chill right to the bones. A mouse searched for food amongst the leaves and its small hairs were occasionally stirred. There was little to eat. It was time to find a place to sleep away winters grasp.
The mouse was disturbed by a rhythmic drumming sound and the small ears turned and twitched to make out the source. It spotted a man at a fence, which the mouse accepted as a safe distance. It hesitated a little longer and then went back to its futile search for food.
The man stopped his work on the fence. Enough, he thought. This has to do. He collected his tools and with a last glance towards the setting sun, he walked to his truck. "Winter is coming early this year", he grumbled to himself, "will be a long one too." He placed the tools carefully in the back of the truck. One by one. He took his time. He knew it will be months before he would return to the fields. He loved his job.
The sunlight had almost disappeared and the farmer cleaned his boots on the frost hardened ground before he got into the truck. It took a while before the old diesel engine started. The heater was long beyond repair, but he did not care. He was used to bad and cold weather.
As he set the truck into motion some shadows passed by over him, but even though he was a little perplexed by the size, he ignored it. Must have been something tossed around by the wind. He drove towards his farmhouse and his spirit raised by the thought of dinner. His wife was a good cook.

*** The story continues on the homepage of this game (http://www.bostorm.com) ***