WoW a Terminator at the Museum, too.

Living Cannibal Pencils of Unbreakable Wood, Batman! I did not mean to leave all my faithful readers on a cliffhanger. I did not realize I had such a concerned fan base. The “Where are you H3rcules?” emails and the fruit basket were all to kind of you all.
Alright, so I never got a fruit basket, but I’ve been asked about when I would start blogging again by a number of people, so here it is. In all a summary, two movie reviews, and E3 reactions here, in this- EPIC POST TO BEGIN ALL SUMMER POSTS! /echo /echo /echo
First! One of the reasons I’ve not been on is because I got back into WoW. A few guys from work got together and made a guild, and a friend and myself decided to take advantage of the 3x friend experience points system, and for about the past two weeks have nearly leveled a Rouge and a Warrior to 60. (Me being the Rouge.)
Second! Part I – Night at the Museum 2 Review: Nothing great, a silly, fun, family friendly, summer movie. Made me glad Amelia Earhart disappeared over the Atlantic, but not so glad that Greek sculptures keep up with the latest gut-wrenching songs of certain boy band trios. 7/10
2.2 – Terminator Salvation Review: Imagine Batman (growling voice and all), dressed like GI Joe, fighting robots for half of the movie. Then for the other half of the movie you get to watch a man who you know can’t die, go around and think that he can die, making all of the scenes he is in completely unexciting for me, and the rest of the audience. Expect your intelligence to be insulted numerous times. Remember, even if you are a robot with human skin, you can still hit water going 150 mph and skip across the surface, and have no visible damage, and also remember as a human you can take a steel pipe straight in the heart and survive long enough for people at a desert tent that has less technology then an outhouse, to be able to tell you that you need a new heart. If the action scenes weren’t so damn fun to watch, this would be a point less then what I’m rating it as. 6.5/10
Lastly! E3 just wrapped up the other day. All that I have to say/can think about is Project Natal. Here is a quick video demo that will summaraze it better then I can.

Once I watch more of the wrap-ups from Revision 3, Gametrailers, and IGN, i’ll post more.

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Wolverine Review

So I know this studio that knows a studio, that stumbled across intellectual property that turned out to be a box office mammoth, then they made a trilogy of movies with the I.P., and ended the last of the three with such finality that movie number four would be difficult to pull off. Then, the studio realized what a horrible mistake they’ve made when audiences are still wanting more and the potential for another big seller is evident. So what do they do? Produce a half-assed origin story of the most popular character from that trilogy.
That is the origin of the Origin of Wolverine.
Years ago, I talked with a friend of mine about how Marvel could really reestablish some of their more noteworthy teams and characters. One of the ideas we had was that Marvel should take control of the X-Men franchise, slap Fox on the wrists, and re-do the entire series (Keeping Patrick Stewart, Hugh Jackman, and a few other actors who did well in the Fox movies) and have a new series of X-men movies. We wanted a Magneto origin story and a Wolverine origin story. Both, we hoped, would be dark, gritty, rated R, flicks.
Instead what we got thrown at us courtesy of Fox was a sloppy goop (yes, goop) of special effects and semi-interesting story elements.
For some reason, Fox decided to let 95% of the mutant population all of a sudden become Olympic gymnasts. I really wanted to be able to take this movie seriously (as seriously as one can take a movie about a man who is made of metal from outer space,) but it was just really hard to not groan inside when you have fully grown men prancing around like Tinker Bell.
I may be the only one who likes the fact that the mutants featured in the movie are not main characters for the whole movie. They come and go. I wanted to think they were main characters, but their parts were short-lived (Like Blob and Emma Frost.) Some would say that’s stinky writing, but I think it really helps add to the feel that the world is full of mutants.
The special effects looked straight out of a 90’s action movie at times; Wolvey’s claws in particular. There was also a lot of yelling. Awkward and drawn out kind of yelling.
In short, Wolverine is nothing amazing. It’s your average summer action movie. Big explosions, some A list actors, cheesy lines, and straightforward story.
6.5/10

A Whole Army of Pig Warriors!

Oh, Jesus, lord, save us! The end is nigh! The black man became president, signaling the beginning of the end, just like the bible says!
LINK: (People seriously think so.)
Next thing we know, all the wheat fields in the world fall victim to locust hordes, and then the Lord’ll come down and sort through us like old VHS tapes at a flea market.
Help us lord, save us from our imminent doom at the hands of the Piggy Plague!
Gimmie a break people.
So the latest trend on the national news stations is to over endorse this swine flu “epidemic.” Terms like “outbreak,” and “plague,” and “swine” are all being thrown around in an attempt to keep people glued to their screens in case this “mutation” decides to visit their neighborhoods. Thus masking what, in reality, is a piggy plague that MIGHT have killed some people around the world. Might.
The funny thing is, with all this Swine-Flu-Epidemic-Outbreak-Crisis-of-the-Century, none of the news channels are giving people advice if their viewers do contract this virus “from the sweat glands of Satan.” If any advice is tossed around, it’s common sense stuff. Don’t kiss Mexican swine, or their pet pigs. Cover your mouth when you cough. Don’t lick the toilet seat after an infected person just used the commode. It’s the same advice your mother gave you the day before Kindergarten.
Also, last time I checked (just as I’m writing this) the definition for “outbreak” is “A sudden increase in number…” If you ask me, the 63 people who are SUSPECTED of dying as a result of the swine flu, matched with the 6.77 billion people who share this planet, is a pretty good example of what an “outbreak” isn’t.

(Live Swine Flu Tracker: here )

I’m not saying this isn’t something to keep an eye on, any sort of disease needs constant attention; I am saying that this new pig flu craze is less then what the media is making it out to be. Just like the bird flu, global warming, and Y2K…it is a legitimate concern, but in the long run, it’s nothing to wet your Depends about so long as we learn from what could happen if we neglect the knowledge we’ve gained.

Episode of Seinfield where Kramer meets “A Pig Man.”

9:31 on a Monday Night.

Three Days ago I entered my story for a writing contest Blizzard (the makers of World of Warcraft) is hosting. Two days ago I worked a 9 hour shift. Yesterday was Easter. Today, here i am.
I’m anxious, sore, fat, and here, all at once. Call me a warlock.
Speaking of which, I renewed WoW last night.
Oh, come’on, its just a game.
For those of you who care, I picked up right where I left off with my B-elf hunter, Tehrex. He’s level 38 now, and has a pet saber-tooth tiger named Zorro.
I’m a few weeks short of having my first year of college under my belt. I could care less. I really haven’t learned much of anything that I can remember.
I am excited for, however, is what I’m calling “Vending Valhalla” day. It consists of me heading to the University of Florida and spending the rest of my girlfriends vending machine credits that she was given at the beginning of the year. She has hardly used the credits, so I will end the day with a loot of roughly $90 worth of vending machine products. Alas, Vending Valhalla.
But I still have to wait a week for that.
Ok, time for wow.
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Dear: Everyone.

I hate everyone. Most everyone. Just the stupid ones. I hate stupid people. The stupid ones are really the stupidest ones. The guy who complains to me at the store that the person in front of him took to long to write a check. The guy behind him that complains that that guy smells bad. The lady who is behind the guy behind the stinky guy who complains to me that the back of that guy’s shirt offends her. People, Stop using checks to pay for fucking groceries, take a shower, and STFU.
Holy Jumping Turd Balls!
I really cannot believe the shit that gets under people’s skin. Now your probably thinking, “Now Tommy, you’re going to complain to us that you hate when people complain to you?”, right?
Well F-U, your wrong.
I’m going to tell you why I love it when people complain to me.
When someone in the store, at a restaurant, anywhere really, complains to me, two things go on in my head. One being what I want to say, and the other being what I really say. Now, many people would agree on the fact that I can act like a certain part of the male anatomy. But for the most part I’m nice to the random bonehead.
For example, when the man waiting outside a restaurant walks over to me and complains that the people he was standing by are smoking and he doesn’t want to die of cancer, I say “Oh yea, i don’t blame you.” Which for some reason the man thinks is an invite to tell me his whhhooollleee fucking life story about why he doesn’t smoke.
But I’m thinking: “Get the fuck outta here man, who the hell walks up to random people like this? You must be some sort of social hermit who was home schooled by an overly zealous christian mother that made you think its fine to just talk to random people because Jesus made everyone nice and loving. Well rise and shine princess, if you reach for your pocket, you freak, I’m slicing your throat with my car key!”
Then his pager goes off that his table is ready and as he reaches for it, i accidentally slice his throat and he dies on the sidewalk, gasping for air as the blood pools around him.
Then his pager goes off and he says, “Finally.” and goes inside.
It’s all this weird thing that goes on in my head. You’re probably wanting to think im crazy at this point, but you’re just afraid to admit it happens to you too. If it happens to everyone you meet or see, then your some sort of serial killer, but if it only happens when you meet really god damn stupid people, then that’s perfectly normal.
Dr. Travis Yearns at the University of Michigan recently did a study and found that people fantasize about murdering things they feel are inferior, it’s some sort of innate “survival of the fittest” mechanism that our brains have embedded deep within. It’s used to help keep the human species at the top of the food chain, but since mankind has socially evolved beyond the point where we thought it was proper to kill the retarded ones, we no longer can follow that instinct, so our brains have adapted this sort of dream.
Just kidding, I just made all that shit up, but you almost believed it didn’t you?
Anyway, I almost welcome the complains that stupid people issue to me. Not only does it give me some material to write my entries that are apparently entertaining, but it also makes me appreciate the fact that I’m way smarter then you, ya bastard.

Watchmen Review

Anyone familiar with the Watchmen comic series will undoubtedly be able to say it is more then a simple costumed crusaders versus fiendish villains narrative. The story that takes place in Watchmen is one so mind jogging, that I will not bother to try to explain it here (sparing some few basic plot outlines) and leave the summarizing up to the analysts who control the Watchmen Wikipedia page.
Watchmen is one of the few films I have seen that has taken an item from a pre-existing concrete medium and converted it to a movie that is sufficient and respectable enough to bare the same name as the original copy. The characters all looked and acted just like I had pictured them to, and the scenes flowed together with the same pre-imagery that I had cooked up while reading the books.
The downside to that is I knew what was coming, but personally I received more of a thrill out of seeing the pages come to life then from the actual plotline. In fact, I didn’t really care too much at all for the plotline in the book. I am sure it was a stimulating read back in the 1980’s before comic books were considerable for adults, but in 2008 (when I read it) Watchmen was just a slow-paced volume of anti-heroes trying to fit into an alternate society.
The movie is just that. A slow paced film about a group of down on their luck, yesterdays heroes, who are just trying to move on with their lives. Then somebody gets the idea to start killing them, and the story starts there.
The plot twists are easily predictable, and the movie doesn’t do a very good job of explaining certain things, for example: who Moloch was.
Other then that though, Watchmen is a well executed movie, keeping the characters true to the books, as well as having it all fit nicely together.
I don’t really recommend the books to anyone who isn’t really into comic books, but reading the Watchmen series will defiantly help explain some things that the movie skimmed over.
The visuals were, of course, high quality. Zach Snyder (300) is well known for his slow motion effect shots, but I’ve never had a problem with that type of cinematography, at least his anyway. Snyder never uses too much slow motion and always to emphasize something epic or cool. I would much rather be able to look at a scene and watch each punch fall in slow motion, rather then get dizzy watching a flurry of martial arts moves that seems to be the style in the Bourne movies.
I can’t really give the movie credit for having good lines and cool scenes, since it’s all from the book, but I will rate it on how well the movie took the material in the book and transformed it into an impressively assembled movie that covers all the main points that the book did. 7.5 /10

Dear So-and-So #2

Dear Shrek Woman:
Just because your ugly doesn’t mean you have to be a grouch; look on the bright side: you will never get raped. Just because you are old, look like a deflated Michelin Man and sport a moustache and sideburns that would make an adolescent Hispanic cringe, does not entitle you to be queen of the world thus making everyone bow to kiss your crusty veined feet. In fact, because you are such a sore for everyone else’s eyes (and personally my legs and throat hurts every time I see you since I run away screaming, “F*** IT’S JUST LIKE CLOVERFIELD!”), you should be doing your best to try to keep us from immediately trying to pretend you don’t exist and shunning you from our lives like a leper.

Dear Bacon Legs:
You need to wear pants. Looking at your legs reminds me of Two-Face from Batman, or a scabby raisin. You are nice, but you smell like the Dog Lady. I can hold my breath for three minutes and 34 seconds, and I am able to add an average of 10 seconds every time I help you out to your house-van. It’s ok, I know that you live in it now. I also know what you do with those empty candy display boxes you are always taking with you. You really should look into just having a porta-potty in your van instead.

Dear Insane Co-worker:
It’s not cool to pee yourself on the job, man. Nor is it cool to shit out a weeks worth of whatever the hell you eat, in your pants, and then leave it on the goddamn floor of the goddamn employees goddamn bathroom. Goddamnit! You walk around the store with this freakish smile on your face, like you just set a baby on fire, and then you just stand there and ramble something out really abruptly, and then you usually say it three more times. We don’t live in Australia, there is an H at the beginning of “hello.” Dude, I don’t hate you because you’re gay, I hate you because your stupid.

Dear Lady who Looks like Sam Eagle Sam Eagle :

Woman, do you have a cactus shoved up your butt? Is it that hard to crack a smile, or be anything but a complete snob to me? One day I am just going to take your picture and put it on the wikipedia page for the word “boring.” If everyone had an action figure based on them, I would have like a laser gun and a motorbike and there would be a button on my back that when you press it my action figure would say something like “Let’s terminate those pansy’s!” or whatever kids say these days; Yours would come with a paperclip and a cotton ball and the button on your back that when you press it, it makes your action figure sneeze. So sorry that I laughed out loud the day you bought condoms, what do you expect? You look like the kind of lady who spent your whole life going to church only to be rewarded by the almighty with the most boring life ever, and then you suddenly realize you are 60 and have never been laid, so you buy a bunch of Cosmo-esque magazines and do your research, only to find out you are SOL. The produce department is over there, bitch.

To be continued…

Underworld: Rise of the Lycans Review

Underworld: The Rise of the Fungus is not the movie I thought I was going to see. So be warned, it is not an underground March of the Penguins journey of a lichen. Underworld: The Rise of the Lycans, is actually how the title is spelt, but it is still pronounced like lichen.
I’ve never seen Underworld uno or dos, so I was relieved to find out that Lycans is the precursor to the other pair of movies. Lycans takes place back in the medieval ages and explains how the creatures known as Lycans came to be enemies of the Vampire race. The storyline of the movie is very straightforward, with the most obdurate of twists occurring half-expectedly. It must have been that much more of a bore for the fans who have already seen the other two Underworld flicks, knowing that certain characters can’t die can really kill the suspense, kind of like how there was never tension with Anakin in the prequel trilogy, because everyone knew he was going to have to grow up.
I felt like I had been beaten to black and blue at the end of the movie by the visuals, since the only two colors I saw for the entire movie, were black and blue. I got used to it by the end, and it did add a sort of creepy, musty, feel to the movie. The fight sequences in the movie were dreadful; it was either too dark, or too bright to see. At one point there was a duel between the antagonists and the protagonists, and I could hardly figure out what was going on because of the short editing cuts and the lightning flashes. It was as if the producers didn’t want the audience to see a complete stunt, so they masked it with a blinding flash of light, or just cut it short. The flashes of light got to be so annoying that I looked away from the screen for a short time, something a producer never wants to make someone in the audience do.
There was a love story, but it was as cardboard as they come, I was glad when it ended. Lycans also seemed to have a few large plot holes that really bothered me. Some of them might have been explained, but that just goes to show how closely I was paying attention, or it could show how poorly written the movie was.
I didn’t figure I’d get much out of this movie, there was not any great lines, I really couldn’t care for any of the characters, the story was weak, the acting was sub par, and the action sequences were annoying at best. 4/10.

Graphic Storytelling

So I had the idea a few days ago to take some of my favorite comics that I have read in the past months and turn them into short stories. What I hope to accomplish by doing this is to get more people to realize the depth of the stories told in comic books nowadays. I hate it when people think that just because there is a story a comic book follows it is automatically going to be shallow and childish. Sure, 40 years ago comic books were like that, but things definitely change over 40 years. Would you think that a 50 year old man who you see today behaves and thinks the same way he did 40 years ago, of course you would not. Nor would you turn on the TV today and expect to see the same kind of shows that played across TV sets in the 1960’s. The longer things last, the more they mature.
Yes there are still kiddie comic books out there, but those are strictly for kids, you certainly wouldn’t (or shouldn’t) hand a 7 year old an issue of “Punisher: Warzone” in much the same way as you wouldn’t (or shouldn’t) hand a 7 year old a copy of Grand Theft Auto 4, or Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
So hopefully this will convince many readers that just because a story is being told with more colors and pictures then words, it is not automatically a lame story.

Magneto Testament #3 of 5
The German army invaded Poland on September 1, 1939. Following the main German forces, Nazi Einsatzgruppen, or “operational groups,” hunted down Jews and Polish intellectuals. In September and October of 1939, the Einsatzgruppen and other German forces killed over 16,000 Jewish and Polish civilians. Two years later, Einsatzgruppen followed the German army into the Ukraine and Russia, slaughtering Jews wherever they found them. By the end of the war, the Einsatzgruppen and the auxiliaries had killed 1.3 million Jews.

September, 1939. Poland
German fighter planes and bombers fill the night sky. The fleet of aircraft are in the process of harassing a prominently Jewish town whose non-Jewish occupants have been obstinately resisting German regulations and control. The German commanders believe by a ruthless show of no mercy to those who resist, there will be little resistance from neighboring towns.
Fleeing the explosions and the burning wreckage of the town are a family of 5: a father and mother with their two children, and the father’s brother. The father leads the way, his left hand tugging his son’s arm to keep the young boy from falling behind, while his right hand is behind him, tightly gripped to his wife’s delicate hand. Bringing up the rear, the brother has his niece cradled in both of his hands. The family has been running for quite some way, they are all breathing heavily, clearly not used to this sort of physical strain. Running out of a back alley and into the vast field that surrounds the town, the family seeks refuge in the forest, a silhouette just barely visible on the horizon against the blue night sky.
A bomb goes off behind them, causing the wife to look back out of reflex. “Oh, Jakob. That whole village…” The wife manages to say to her husband between breaths as they run through the dewed grass.
“Stay low Edie!” The husband calls back. The family runs a little longer in silence, solemnly listening to the destruction behind them. Ahead of them is a waist-high brick wall, probably used to separate property. “Everyone, behind that wall!” The father says. With the prospect of rest in sight, the family kicks up their pace slightly. Running through a blown out section of the wall, they all settle together against the same side.
Unknown to them, two other refugees, both men, have also found shelter against the same wall.
“Where the hell are you fools going?” One of the men asks.
“To the city.” The father replies, catching his breath.
“The Germans have taken the city.”
The brother sets the niece down and crawls next to his brother and says to him and the other two men, “Well, in case you hadn’t noticed, they’ve taken the country too!”
Before the topic could be argued anymore, the young boy spies something coming through the field they just sprinted through. “Poppa, look! In the field.”
“What Max?” The father turns back around to face his boy.
“He’s right, Jakob!” The brother, who had already followed Max’s finger point, said. “They’re here! Come on, this way!” He whispers to the rest of his family and the two other refugees.
One of the refugee men peek up above the wall, “What? I don’t see-” Rifle fire erupts from a half-dozen rifles. “Oh God!” The bullets crack against the brick wall, pinning the two men to their hiding spot. The family dashes into the treeline, staying as low as they can while running. The brother is now leading the family into the woods and is once again holding his niece, his sister-in-law is right behind him, and his brother is in the rear dragging Max by the arm. Listening as they run through the woods, the family can hear the gunfire cease.
“Wait–we’re unarmed!” A refugee cries to his assailants. Caught in the moment, Max stops and turns to face the scene he just fled from. Noticing his son has stopped, Jakob stops for a moment, causing a chain reaction of everyone else to stop. Max stands there transfixed with what he was seeing.
“Don’t shoot please!” One of the men call to the German soldiers.
“On your stomachs now!” A stern looking German calls out, pointing his rifle between the two refugees.
“All right, all right!” Both men lay down on their stomachs, subconsciously putting their hands on their heads in the process. “Just don’t-” Two rifle shots echoed across the field and into the woods, shaking Max out of his trance.
Tenderly Jakob pats his son on the shoulder, “Don’t look back Max. We need your sharp eyes up front.” Jakob gestures up and past where the rest of his family stands motionless. His brother shuts his mouth and swallows a hard gulp while he rocks his niece in his arms as she whimpers into his chest. His wife gazes sorrowfully at her son, tears stream down her face. “This way looks good, yes?” Jakob takes Max by the back and gently nudges him to walk up front.
“Y-Yes…Yes poppa, this way.” Max stammers as he walks alongside his uncle and sister.
“Good boy.” Jakob looks at his wife, Edie, she falls into his arms for a brief catharsis and then regains her composure and turns to walk with the rest of her family. Jakob stands there watching all that is important anymore walk ahead of him. Material things are of no value to him now, just the safety of his wife, children, and brother. Seeing his small black haired son lead them all into the unknown, Jakob knew he would grow up to become a powerful man, if he was even given the opportunity to do so. “Good boy.” Jakob echoed again and followed his family deeper into the forest.
Up in the front the young girl breaks her silence. “Where are we going, Uncle Erich?”
Erich looks down at the girl, “Warsaw.”
“But that man said they’ve taken Warsaw.” Ruthie said, her young mind clearly puzzled.
“Don’t worry Ruthie. Your Poppa knows what he’s doing. If we stay out here, it’s just the five of us. But there are thousands of Jews in Warsaw. Once we make it there, whatever happens…” Erich glances back at his brother, who nods. “…at least we won’t be alone.” Erich smiles down at Ruthie, who grins back up and seems content with things for now.

To finish reading the story pick up Magneto Testament #1

Call of Duty: World at War Review

The Call of Duty franchise has always done well at creating memorable WWII (or in the case of Call of Duty 4, modern combat) episodes that people can fight through from the safety of their couches. While Call of Duty: World at War isn’t an exception, it sure is starting to dull the Call of Duty experience. Perhaps it’s more of a genre issue then a gameplay mechanic conundrum, it is quite clear that the “authentic WWII experience” has been over done, literally from every facet. Maybe World at War wouldn’t have been so dull had it been released before COD4 Modern Combat; but that’s not the case, and the single-shot rifles and bayonet-wielding enemies look incredibly straightforward compared to COD4’s more high-powered weaponry. Lackluster comparisons aside, Call of Duty World at War is a good game. It lives up to all the past Call of Duty’s level of authenticity, realism, and World at War features a new grittier feel, as evidenced in the brutality of the Japanese Banzai charges, flamethrower usage, and what I like to call, “body part physics.”
The game is broken up into two halves. One half takes place in the Russian campaign, while the other slaps you in the Pacific campaign. Each of those halves features a vehicle-based level, a tank level for the Russian part, and one of the Pacific levels has the player manning the turrets of an airplane. The plane mission is notably similar to a mission found in COD4, but unlike the one found in COD4, it lacks any real link to the story. In fact, both the tank and the plane level have absolutely nothing to do with the two characters you play as. It really broke up the pace of the game, and it just seemed like they were tossed in to satisfy those vehicular crazed gamers, and also to claim that the game features “vehicle based…action” as the back of the box says. Cheap move Activision.
I cringed slightly when the first scene of the Stalingrad level opened up, it was literally the same as a scene from the movie Enemy at the Gates.
Check out the clips below to see what I mean:

So that really pretty much killed the originality of the Russian level scripting, although it did get better from their on out. In the end, the Russian campaign was my favorite. The Pacific half of the game seemed to lack the emotional bond that I found myself wrapped up in by the end of the Russian levels. When I stood atop the Reichstag and tore down the swastika flag and hoisted up the flag of the motherland, I felt like I was king of the world. Meanwhile the Pacific campaign ended with wave after wave of banzai attacks while I called in an air strike on a building. The building blew up, I watched it fall down, and the game was over…leaving me starving for a great ending after all the hard fighting I had done throughout the whole last level.
For some reason the Japanese Artificial Intelligence was a little buggy at times. If a Banzai charge did not work the first time, the Japanese soldier would awkwardly just chase whoever they missed to begin with, rather then going after someone closer. Also there were a few times where an American and a Japanese soldier were standing back to back and didn’t even realize the other was there. Little things like that really broke apart scenes that could have been really intense.
The graphics and audio is top notch in World at War. The voice acting, as usual, makes you feel the urgency and confusion of war. Keifer Sutherland and Gary Oldman did a fantastic job of providing the voices for the two main characters. When Jack Bauer tells you to do something, you feel compelled to listen.
Call of Duty World at War is as intense as WWII games come, but just because WWII is about the most destructive conflict mankind has ever seen means that it’s a source of infinite game plot lines and ideas. The WWII canon is worn out, and I hope Activision realizes that before they pump out the inevitable next Call of Duty game…so long as it isn’t Call of Duty: Yorktown. 8/10