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I did nothing today. I’m still in the sweat pants I slept in, and I’m damn proud of that. It’s Sunday so I’m allowed this or something.

Sometime in the late afternoon, my good man Christoph dropped by to bid me partake in another game of Call of Duty with the other dudes in the building. He knew he caught me at a good time, because I was right in the middle of a skirmish in C&C 3, and I was actually getting stomped by a “medium” difficulty computer. (I’d spent too much time and money fortifying my base, playing like it was SimCity, and I ran out of resources early on.) I said of course I was in.

This night we had 8 people! I think at some points it was up to 9 or maybe even 10, but it was solidly 8 for most of the evening. To be sure, 4 on 4 is worlds different than 3 on 3 play, so we had a blast. I, of course, cleaned up, as usual.

It should also be obvious that Philip the German was cleaning house in his own special way. He and I consistently had sniper duels across the map, but the others quickly voted that sniper rifles be disabled, because they wanted to be able to walk outside sometimes. We then had to make due with scopeless bolt-action rifles, and sniping with those was actually pretty exhilarating, as sometimes the person in the distance would be obscured by the iron sights of the gun, and you just had to pull the trigger and hope he didn’t live to see the muzzle flash, or you’d dead before you had a chance to ready another bullet.

I should also state that my affinity for sniping is definitely a weakness in my playing style. With sniper rifles disabled, I had to act much more like a solider, and my performance suffered for it. It should be obvious that the above map had plenty of Enemy At The Gates-style sniping opportunities, but not every map was like that. Take for example this French village, which almost entirely close-quarters house fighting. There were a few sniping corridors down long stretches of road, but there was no cover to be had, so it wasn’t worth it to set up shop and wait for someone to goosestep around the corner.

Check out the end-game shot from that map where I couldn’t snipe people.

I still helped, but my good ol’ American bro, lumbering around the streets with biceps bulging from his 50-pound machine gun, definitely carried the day. You’ll notice Philip was in second place, too, as he was also out of his element.

After the game, a different American asked me whether I had Counter-Strike, because he’s better at that game. I just nodded and said we’d have to give it a shot.

I hope we do this every freaking night.