My Call of Duty
P1: Hi, My Name is LickWick, and I'm a MW2-holic
P2: You're in a safe place LickWick, but we don't use gamertags here.
P1: oh I'm sorry.. I'll try again. Hi, My Name is....uh.. oh yea, Chunlick, and I'm a MW2-holic.
All: Hi Chunlick!
I'm back at blogspot! It's been a while, and we can all lay blame to CoD: Modern Warfare 2. It all started two weeks ago, when I was playing at Gary's house. I was horrible, always dying 5x more than I was killing. But the Wu-man starts giving me these pro-tips (he's godly) and I come back to Portland and straight up start killin' foos left and right! That's when I got hooked @_@. POWPOWPOW
I've been playing almost every night, bleeding away my hours like they were nothing! It was crazy, and I didn't care! Now, 40 levels later I look back and see all the destruction (in real life) I've caused. I flashbanged this blog, jammed my online friends RADAR, and took an RPG to my own personal hygiene. (It's not too bad, I just accidentally skipped brushing my teeth ONCE...is that bad?) So now I'm putting a limit to how much I play. I'm feeling the urge to play at this very moment. But I can't neglect this blog, my friends, and my teeth forever!
3 years ago