If you know your Linde, you know that I'm biologically inclined to shun console first-person shooters; s'just my nature, baby. A fair portion of this aversion can be chalked up to the glut of WWII games that have plagued the industry since Medal of Honor hit it big years back -- sure, one can never slaughter too many Nazis, but there comes a point where gettin' it done behind the eyes of Brave and Highly Decorated Soldier #81 doesn't raise my flag at Iwo Jima, if you get my drift. Jesus, that was horrible.
Anyhow, what does interest me is the recent resurgence of futuristic warfare, the sort with all kinds of bells, whistles, and portable nuclear armament. When news dropped that Call of Duty 4 was going to be all about the future-warrin', a deep, resonant glee awoke within me. After an eyeful of the above video, that glee has manifested as a stereoscopic Richard Simmons projected from a hole that has erupted smack in the middle of my forehead. Oh, how he dances.
That's a really long and silly way of describing how psyched I am for this game -- which is to say, y'know, quite a bit. It's visually breathtaking, and there's so much crap happening on screen, not so much to the player as around him -- really awesome stuff. Who knows, I might hang up my mouse and keyboard yet.
[Thanks to Robert at Infinity Ward!]
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