Reality Amuck™

I want to thank my good friend Tovias for giving me the opportunity to blog on RA Comics, but don’t fret people, he’ll still handle the awesome comic, and all the grown up stuff like Politics, the changing of the times, and how things were “back in the day” while I give my take on Video Games, Anime and all the other stuff we "crazy kids" like.

I'm going to tackle my first post with my Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 midnight release experience. Lets start at the beginning shall we, to where my love for First Person Shooters (FPS) began.

Its Christmas 2007, and there lay before me the marvel that is the XBOX 360 and Call of Duty 4: Modern Warfare. Hearing so much about the online experience, I skip the campaign mode and jump right into multiplayer. Bullets and curse words fly, along with shrapnel from the grenades and claymores and I’m in love. Anyone who’s anyone knows how awesome CoD4 was. That game is why I love FPS. So lets jump back in our time machine and head to 8:35pm on November 9th, 2009.

There I am walking into Gamestop, with my fellow gamers and future enemies surrounding me as I walked up to the counter and shelled out my $150 dollars for the Prestige Edition of Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2. Having made it to 10th prestige on CoD4 I felt some sort of discount should be awarded, but alas this was not the case. The employee happily takes my money and stamps my receipt paid, and informs me that I can leave and come back at 11:45pm like everyone else, or get back in line and have the number two spot for receiving the game at midnight. Geek mode has never been initiated faster as I proudly took my number two spot, iPhone in hand. I watched as the line grew longer, the many faces of the people who in just 4 hours would be cursing my gamertag when their kill streak would be ended by the sweet justice dealt by my sniper bullet. Yes I’m a sniper, and yes I do what you would call “camping”, but last I checked a sniper isn’t suppose to be running around all willy nilly guns a blazing. I’m a silent warrior. I stealthy predator whose sole purpose is to piss you off by killing you from the shadows. Anyone can pick up a sniper rifle and pull the trigger, but it takes a certain type of man or woman to splatter brains all over the place and rob people of their pride with one bullet.

Midnight comes and goes, I get my game and head home. the Gamestop is 15 minutes away from my house, I probably made it home in 7. As I made my way inside I began carefully opening my Prestige Edition of Modern Warfare 2. With surgical precision I cut through the thin tape holding me back from my night vision goggles. Reaching for the screw driver and AA batteries I had set aside before I left, I bestowed power onto my new pair of eyes. I grabbed my goggles and immediately proceeded to the darkest room in my house. Flipping the switch I gasped as the room began to glow with the most beautiful green tint I've ever seen. I didn't account for the lost of depth perception when reaching for things and ended up tripping or banging my knuckles on the door knob as I frantically tried to leave the room. Despite what you might think it never occurred to me to take the goggles off.

Now probably what everyone's been waiting for, or stumbled upon googling Modern Warfare 2. You want to know about the game. This isn't a video game review website, so to put it simply the game is awesome. With improved graphics, better guns, more perks and pulling from my own arsenal of profanities, I jumped right into multiplayer. As much as I'd like to say I wrecked house my first game, sadly that's not the case. I got my ass handed to me by the people who've been playing the game since the previous Friday, courtesy of Walmart being so powerful release dates don't apply to them. They gave the game out early to anyone who had the cash. All in all anyone who loved CoD4 will no doubt love this game. A week later and I've just hit level 41, pathetic compared to my younger jobless days when I already would have prestiged by now. But I'm limping along, climbing the ranks and leaving a trail of pissed off Xbox gangsters behind me.

With that said, as I sit here scrambling to finish this rant, my controller is resting on my lap, begging me to pick her up and unleash more pain on the eleven year olds who for some reason don't have a bed time, I say if you have a 360 or PS3, get this game. Stop by again on Thursday when I either delve into the joys of Zombie killing with Left 4 Dead 2 or recount my adventures of NekoCon 2009. I haven't decided which yet.