Everyone says to judge something on its own individual merits. But, it is difficult to take that very seriously (and hold true to that) in the cultural juggernaut dudebro-annihilating let’s blow dem up politically-tumultuous nature of something like Call of Duty. The series has become both a household name and a lighting-rod for some of the most discomforting though mostly harmless venom on the Internet. The series defines capitalistic ventures in video games. It destroys creativity. It invites misogyny. All of these things have a grain of some truth. Call of Duty, as a franchise, is too big for its own good, and the messy Internet only wants to prove its own points in the grand scheme of things by making Call of Duty more than it is- a series with money in mind with a solid formula and foundation. Oh, and there are terrible people playing it just like there are terrible people doing everything (except

Call of Duty, as a franchise, is too big for its own good, and the messy Internet only wants to prove its own points in the grand scheme of things by making Call of Duty more than it is- a series with money in mind with a solid formula and foundation. Oh, and there are terrible people playing it just like there are terrible people doing everything, excluding the Whos of Whoville.

Which is why I want to take attention away from the big machine of Call of Duty, in all its forms, and put it on the humble beginnings of a solid shooting game. The original Call of Duty had everything going for it as its own little island in the sun. The mechanics are tight and still form the basis for these countless iterations. ignore the juggernaut franchise and the loud heathens. The original title is quaint in its humility of offering a core shooter before the onset of the tidal wave.

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