One man's chronicle of just why Call of Duty's multiplayer is so addicting.
"It's 7:30 in the morning. I have to leave for work in 30 minutes but right now? Right now this is my time. I wake up early to boot up the Xbox 360 so that I can start my day with a burst of pure adrenaline and joy.
A Cobra gunship hovers in the air above the Firing Range. I sprint to a corner of the screen, pull out my rocket launcher and hold, hold, hold, fire. I listened to the insistent beeping of the weapon as it locks on and watch as the Cobra fires off flares and avoids my rocket. I curse. As I reload the weapon a burst of fire opens from my front, I switch my weapon but not before I'm felled. I land, and crawl, pulling out my pistol. I fire a full clip at the enemy and watch him fall down as bright numbers scream "+100" on my screen. A smile crosses my face. "Bastard."
The game ends and my kill/death ratio is .85. Ugh. Just one more dive back into the game.
Why do I play again and again? Why, after putting in several days worth of gameplay, do I still want to play? It makes no sense. I have Fable III, Borderlands, Enslaved, Darksiders, Fallout: New Vegas, Crysis 2, God of War III, and Dead Rising 2 all waiting for me to play. I've touched them, I've played some of them, but I keep abandoning them for the visceral thrill of Black Ops."