Last night I was playing Call of Duty: World At War and my XBox 360 crashed. It was the dreaded Red Ring Of Death. This is my 2nd XBox that has done this, but at least this one is still under warranty. I guess this is why they call it the Crash Box.
The sad thing is that I’m currently an unemployed writer. I need that Xbox like a crack head needs a fix. Maybe this is God telling me that I should be writing more.
Well, at least I managed to have the best multiplayer game of my life the night before. Ground War on Cliffside. 57 kills, 13 deaths. My FG42 was an extension of my murderous will, my bouncy bettys were at every turn, and I called in multiple packs of viscious Nazi schwein-hunds. At one point I called in an arty strike that killed like their entire team. Between that and the achievements, I got like 1,200 points for one game. By the end, my character was wearing a necklace of human ears.
Ahh yeah. This is definately a sign that I should be writing more…