Call of Duty is kind of like your girlfriend. You love her sometimes, you hate her sometimes. It's a healthy balance. Also, if you're a girl you will probably hate this post because your boyfriend is probably ignoring you right now because he's playing Call of Duty.
I love Call of Duty Modern Warefare 2, COD for short. I love headshots, buzzkills and stabbing campers. I also use one man army and put 2 claymores down at a time. When one goes off I set another one down. I usually kill the same person 5 times in a row with just my claymores. Why does he keep coming up the stairs where he died 4 times previously? Because he's mad and wants to stab me and he thinks I'm all out of claymores. WRONG! Thanks for my predator missile though. Oh ohhh my predator missile just got me 2 kills and now I have my harrier. Suckers. Just a few more kills for my chopper gunner. WTF! 10 kills and I die from a random grenade. Now I absolutely hate COD. It's the worst game in the world and I'm done playing. So I continue to play and now my bullets seem to do nothing. Absolutely nothing. I would probably be better off using a potato launcher than my ACR. To make things worse I'm playing against a team that sits in the corner the WHOLE game. Not all their team members do it though. The ones that don't camp are using the grenade launcher. At this point I have no choice but to quit since my controller broke.
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Monday, January 18, 2010
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