G-O-D of the C-O-D

I have a secret for you: I'm a closet Call of Duty junkie. I haven't played obsessively since August, but I honestly played it all of the time this summer. I go to visit my pops in the summer in Pennsylvania, and my step mom bought him Call of Duty for Father's Day this year. This was not only a source of entertainment for him, but for me as well.

During the week, my dad and step mom work daily; my brother goes to daycare. That leaves me and my sister. Well, I became accustomed to CoD and soon realized why all of the male population at school enjoys this game. You just get so absorbed into it; you say a few too many swear words, and you accomplish nothing.

I worked literally all summer on improving my kill streak when I wasn't doing family activities or swimming. Call of Duty is incredibly addicting, and I will be the first to admit it. I camped like no other, and scored some major kills in my time of doing so. Yes, I camp.

But what perhaps might be the biggest upset of all is that I'm a girl. Playing CoD. There must be some unwritten rule about girls playing video games, like it's not supposed to happen or something. Most girls hate video games, and I just don't. So because of some sexist humor, I'm not entitled to play video games. That's pretty cool; not.

I grew up having a Playstation, one of the greatest video gaming consoles known to man. I loved games like Spyro and Tomb Raider. I have shifted my love to games like De Blob and Call of Duty.

I broke my 6 month streak of not playing Call of Duty on Wednesday.
It was the best day of my life.