Here in which I aviod the draft

Call of Duty 3 fell into my 360 today, a feat not to be trifled with. It took a grand 30 minutes before the game began to bore me to the brink of death. Maybe it is true, if you've played one WW2 game maybe you have played them all. Still, I recall playing the first Brothers in Arms game for the first blistful time; although it grew boring later, at the start it was captivating and new. So what is it? What is it about Call of Duty 3 that made me want to plunge the controller far into my head? I think the first item to intice me to this idea was when I called the second I got on the truck after the introduction level that I knew it that damn truck was going to blow up right before the battlefield. It wasn't just that moment however, that was just the catalyst to an all to familer battlefield.

I have been playing game my entire life, ever since I can remember, and I am at the point now where new ideas no longer surprise me; they just live up to my expectations. What do I mean you don't ask? Take the Wii and DS for example: I am given amazing new ways to play games, ways that should at the slight thought should have me running to switch out my pants. Yet here I am, playing and enjoying these games only because I expected them to surprise me. I have now expected and called so much that the surprising is now just the normal. For what ever reason those events have transpired, I constantly find it harder and harder to find long enjoyment out of my games. The only games I have played more than 25 hours of in the past 2 years are FF12, Lumines and World of Warcraft (I have easily boughten more than 25 games in the past two years as well).

Am I growing up? Well sure, of course. I do still however buy comics, action figures, and other toys as much as I did when video games still had a unescapable hold on me (just this time, with my own money), I just feel like something is missing now. I guess that "it" is what keeps me coming back. I am always searching for a reminder of that feeling that games used to give me, and every so often I am blessed to have those memories rush back in me thanks to your Lumines and the sort; it's just not enough.

Maybe I am just in the lonley winter rut. Who knows? But as I sit here making this post from my bed, I get a little frustrated thinking about how much I want to play my games and yet, don't.


Call of Duty 3 is medicore by the way.


Damon isn't here to edit my post. Pity me.