Archive for February 21st, 2010

Call of Duty: Modern Daycare 2

Sunday, February 21st, 2010

I’ve been playing MW2 since early December ’09 and have been amazed at the amount of little kids playing this game during the week when I thought kids that age would be in school eating paste. Not only am I amazed at the amount of toddler shooting each other to get ahead in the game (they camp together in free for all and kill each other or gang up to kill others which is really not the point of free for all…all I can think of is that they can’t get the hang of Team Deathmatch where players actually, well, TEAM UP TOGETHER to KILL OTHERS, but I digress) but the amount of whining that takes place within the game on their little toddler microphones. There was actually a match the other day where this preschooler sat on his mic complaining the ENTIRE game that someone stole his AC-130 Care Package and how he was going to write Sony a letter (probably with crayons on lined paper) to get rid of the ability to steal the enemy’s care packages. Well, first of all, take a look at the awards Mr. Fetus who has the skill to hold a game controller, and you will see that there is one you earn for STEALING THE ENEMY’S CARE PACKAGE, and two, get…over…it. Sure I could mute these rug rats who are skipping school, but part of the fun is listening to them cry and whine on their Playskool mics about how the game is unfair and someone stole their care packs or kills or whatever they are cranky about because they missed naptime or snacks because they are spending their day online playing shoot-em-up and using big-boy language. Where else can one hear a two year old saying “f***” or the many variations of it over and over while they sit in their soiled diapers eating their Goldfish snacks and sipping their juice boxes all the while hitting the high ranks because they sit together and play “patty cake” with bullets.

I don’t know if it is like this on XBOXLive, I play on PSN, but I imagine it is the same all around. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m heading back to shoot up a few and steal their lunch money.