It is a new year and I'm going to chronicle my thoughts and tips on the games that I play, and plain ol life in general through out the year. This should be fun...well I'm hoping that is the case. That being said I don't know how many times I have wanted to punch my own teeth in while playing games on Xbox Live, the main culprit being Call of Duty: Black Ops. Never in all my years of gaming have ever been so fumed as I have been with this game. I have this love hate relationship with it.
There are days where the stars are aligned, I see guys before they see me, UAVs are flying high, grenades have perfect arches when thrown, bullets hit their mark every time, teammates are paying attention, and I just hose through dudes in the multi player. Then there are other times where the complete opposite happens where I can't get a UAV up in the air to save my own life, I'll throw a grenade and upon it leaving my hand a teammate just so happens to appear out the side of my screen sticking/bouncing off him only to kill me, bullets dance around the enemy mocking my trigger pull, and halfway through the game half of my teammates leave in half of the games I play that day. Thus bringing me to the point of hammer throwing my 360 controller into another dimension, yet I don't only for the fact it is the only one I have.
It is weird almost like an adventure waiting to unfold when I start the game up, an adventure of how pissed off or ego boosted I can feel at the end of a 10 win/loss streak. Yet I still come back for more, mainly because I'm trying to get to 15th prestige. So far I have been able to prestige every week/week and a half, depending on the amount I play during said week and have made it to 7th prestige. That so far has been my emotional roller coaster with Call of Duty: Black Ops. So join me next time as I cover some other juicy topics revolving around this game.
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