I had read the reviews, they were almost all positive, and I was very excited to play the conclusion to the trilogy that re-defined what is expected from a military-style first-person shooter. I ignored the inane warnings of my brother and purchased my copy of Modern Warfare 3 a few days after launch.
I arrived home with a huge smile on my face. I ripped the shrink wrap off and took a moment to really examine the box art. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. In the event that I ever have children, this will still be one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. The game still had that new game smell. I buried my face in the game case, took a huge whiff, and walked blindly towards my entertainment room.
Imagine my surprise when I ran directly into my girlfriend. I looked up and there she was, guarding the door to my gaming suite. "Hey, babe," I said, always good at greeting my girlfriend in a way that makes her feel wanted. It took me a moment to notice the look of sadness in her eyes. "What's wrong?" I asked, taking another moment to smell Call of Duty.