'Tis not an admirable predicament I face, fellow Bloggers - I can no longer smote down the mighty fascist war machine that was Nazi Germany circa 1930's/40's - that is, until I fix that which is currently broken. The bane of my current existence? The pc game version of "Call of Duty 2."
Like my many brothers (and sisters) in arms before me, I answered the mighty call of duty when freedom and oppression cried "Save me!", albeit in an incredibly cowardly and geeky fashion. Nonetheless, I picked up the puissant power of the daunting six-disc install of this recent WWII shooter, and began my Russian campaign in earnest lo the other night. A thunderous clap of shelling did ensue as I led my squad through the trenches and razed buildings of our beloved Motherland, Russia, to a bloody but substantial victory in our once-proud Town Square. But arrive we did, with nary a moment to spare, as we crushed the would-be oppressors who dared venture into our domain, testing the unbending mettle of us fellow "солдат"s (soldiers).
Yet before I could transmit the Allied campaign to the African theatre, those officious gremlins stole into my machine, and via their collective and prodigious skill with all things mechanical, my diminutive green goblin wannabees did wreak havoc upon my precious game install, to the point where it no longer functions as desired. In short: me no kill bad Nazis - me no like.
Worry not, I shall keep freedom and liberation's bell a ringin', circa 1942 - 44, in but a few days. I just need to insert myself digitally back into the gaming world and pulverize the enemy to dusty, mite-sized bits, after I negotiate a playable ".exe" file from the grips of my currently non-function game. How will I achieve such a desirable end? Simple - I just need to think like a gremlin. Starting, of course, with munchin' some chicken after Midnight.
'Scuze me.
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