Call of Duty: Burning Stuff
I have a confession to make. Call of Duty: World at War is my very first World War 2 based shooter. In fact, my first foray into the world of testosterone fueled, realistically portrayed war games didn’t occur until I picked up Call of Duty 4 last year at the behest of a couple of friends who were addicted to its crack-laced multiplayer mode. To be honest, I had planned on allowing Call of Duty 4 to serve as both the beginning and the end to this chapter in my life.
Then, everything changed when Nazi Zombie mode was announced.
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“How can I say this as nicely as possible?”
This is my job as a designer. To take shit and turn it into gold. Shit, you understand, it’s not even like I’m taking scrap metals and transmuting them into a precious metal. Nope, I just gallop right on by alchemy atop my twenty-foot-tall horse and bitch slap it with the Hand-of-Midas.
Have you read this before? Are you sure? Then you’re probably not one of us. This is what we read. This is what we write. Articulate, sophisticated, observant, and inspired. Verbose, obscure, referential, and patronizing. Whether we love ourselves or hate ourselves, we know we’re better than the Luddite masses incapable of what we do. We wouldn’t even be in this field otherwise.
