(Haha, I said doody)
I hate Call of Duty. I'm not going to beat around the bush on this one. Yes ladies, this one's about video games but listen up, for there's something to be said about the guys who play these games. (because women actually take the time to read my bullshit) Lemme break this down:
Call of Duty originally rose from the popular franchise Medal of Honor (remember those games?) which allowed you to play a part in destroying the Nazi regime. Call of Duty ran with the same premise, just different controls. I won't lie, I found the second title to be quite enjoyable. As Quentin Tarantino pointed out in Inglorious Bastards, nothing beats mowing down a squad of Nazis with a machine-gun. It's universally agreed that the third title sucked, but it was the four, Modern Warfare, that truly culture-fucked the American male populous. (I can't speak for the rest of the world)
What was different from the previous titles to this one? The guns fired faster, Nazis were replaced by "terrorists", instead of storming beaches it was middle-eastern villages (which was great for anyone who thought the war with Iraq was to spread freedom) and the online play, bloody online play. MMO's weren't anything new to the world, it merely hid from the light of mainstream, though remained very much alive in the nerd culture. Oddly enough, spending an ungodly amount of hours training a virtual character never caught on to a wider audience. Who knew all it took was a number of uneducated frat boys with a mindless obsession with competition to completely change the gaming industry.
Online play got popularized on console games with the Halo series and grew exponentially ever since. Where it's mechanics have drastically improved, one problem that's steadily remained the same is the lack of socialization during game-play. Contrary to popular belief, online socialization is not truly socializing. It only provides, at the very least, vocal communication, which, as we know, is only a small fraction of social situations and communicating. Before when we only had split-screen mode, it required a couple of buddies to come over with a six-pack and compare your skills all while actually interacting with one-another. It was hysterical. Now it's very isolated, and where you can get a headset, what's the point? We're suck listening to a bunch of whiny twelve year old kids cussing their heads off. (Dickshit isn't a word!) In the off chance you might join a party with your friends but for what? To sit around and listen to five people occasionally mention of an onomatopoeia and then argue whether something was "cheap" or irritating. (shocking that they don't have anything interesting to say)
I used to have friends. In High School I used to sit with friends to play cards, shoot the shit, and laugh. Then Call of Duty came. Upon the release of each of these games there's a noticeable difference within school and work attendance. Friday nights were occupied by people getting home flipping on their Xbox and talking to the people over a headset, which they would have hung out with had they not been busy leveling their character. When forced into social situations, due to the unavailability of a console, they'd now merely converse and brag about their accomplishments on the game the night prior. Typically this was to the same individuals they were playing with. Where looking in at a distance it only seems sad, I was an individual wrapped up in this bullshit. To this day I have no clue what "danger close" or "prestige" means. It's not that I care, it's a matter of attempting to translate in order to gain some meaning from a conversation. Little was I aware there wasn't any.
I cannot tell you how many times women have complained about how much Call of Duty they're boyfriend, and under one circumstance girlfriend, to me. There's something to be said about those that spend all this time playing Call of Duty, which is why I always lack sympathy for these individuals. When has an obsession or infatuation with anything ever led to something healthy? Now I'm not here to argue the correlation between aggression and violent game-play, however there is a definite link between competition and aggression; that's the reasoning behind your douche-bag boyfriends habits. Unsociable due to extended online game-play, uninteresting for all he knows is Call of Duty, absolutely no personality. My favourite part about these individuals is their hubris towards their actual capabilities away from the controller. People think they can fight because they played Soul Caliber, they think they'd be a good soldier because they're really good at auto-aim. (you kind of have to lead off your shots in real life) It all contributes this overwhelming self-confidence which can really make you want to kick the shit out of these individuals. They aren't the type of people you want to get to know. (and the barbwire tattoo that you got makes you look like a tool)
Online play got popularized on console games with the Halo series and grew exponentially ever since. Where it's mechanics have drastically improved, one problem that's steadily remained the same is the lack of socialization during game-play. Contrary to popular belief, online socialization is not truly socializing. It only provides, at the very least, vocal communication, which, as we know, is only a small fraction of social situations and communicating. Before when we only had split-screen mode, it required a couple of buddies to come over with a six-pack and compare your skills all while actually interacting with one-another. It was hysterical. Now it's very isolated, and where you can get a headset, what's the point? We're suck listening to a bunch of whiny twelve year old kids cussing their heads off. (Dickshit isn't a word!) In the off chance you might join a party with your friends but for what? To sit around and listen to five people occasionally mention of an onomatopoeia and then argue whether something was "cheap" or irritating. (shocking that they don't have anything interesting to say)
I used to have friends. In High School I used to sit with friends to play cards, shoot the shit, and laugh. Then Call of Duty came. Upon the release of each of these games there's a noticeable difference within school and work attendance. Friday nights were occupied by people getting home flipping on their Xbox and talking to the people over a headset, which they would have hung out with had they not been busy leveling their character. When forced into social situations, due to the unavailability of a console, they'd now merely converse and brag about their accomplishments on the game the night prior. Typically this was to the same individuals they were playing with. Where looking in at a distance it only seems sad, I was an individual wrapped up in this bullshit. To this day I have no clue what "danger close" or "prestige" means. It's not that I care, it's a matter of attempting to translate in order to gain some meaning from a conversation. Little was I aware there wasn't any.
I cannot tell you how many times women have complained about how much Call of Duty they're boyfriend, and under one circumstance girlfriend, to me. There's something to be said about those that spend all this time playing Call of Duty, which is why I always lack sympathy for these individuals. When has an obsession or infatuation with anything ever led to something healthy? Now I'm not here to argue the correlation between aggression and violent game-play, however there is a definite link between competition and aggression; that's the reasoning behind your douche-bag boyfriends habits. Unsociable due to extended online game-play, uninteresting for all he knows is Call of Duty, absolutely no personality. My favourite part about these individuals is their hubris towards their actual capabilities away from the controller. People think they can fight because they played Soul Caliber, they think they'd be a good soldier because they're really good at auto-aim. (you kind of have to lead off your shots in real life) It all contributes this overwhelming self-confidence which can really make you want to kick the shit out of these individuals. They aren't the type of people you want to get to know. (and the barbwire tattoo that you got makes you look like a tool)
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