Review - Call of Duty: World at WarNovember 28th, 2008 by Brittany
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Bound and helpless in a tiny hut surrounded by fierce Japanese soldiers, you watch. You watch as a fellow soldier is grilled for information by a cigar-smoking general who would give up his own life for his Emperor. When your Marine brethren won’t give in to their relentless torture, he receives a searing hot coal to the face. As he spews blood all of the face of his interrogator, his life is quickly ended by a violent slashing of his throat. All you can do is look on in horror as you realize that the soldier coming toward you is about to offer you the same fate.
Just as you come to the realization that your time serving your country has come to an end, a glimmer of hope appears. A knife slices cleanly through your captor and he falls over, dead. A stream of Marines enter the rundown tent and offer you a weapon with which to exact vengeance on the Japanese soldiers who trapped you there. With that, the explosive campaign to Call of Duty: World at War begins.


I have a powerful love of food. I have a feeling that the perfect job for me would be critiquing any fine dining establishment. I love salads, meat, candy, cake, everything. I’ll try everything at least once, including some of the nastiest things imaginable. I tried those gross ‘mixed fruit’ twizzlers. Now and then I’ll try something bizarre and find a gem, like those oh-so-delicious caramel bugles. You’re probably asking yourself, “What does this have to do with gaming?” Good question, dear reader. Well, as avid a food fan as I am, whenever I come across a particularly strange food(ish) item in a game, I tend to wonder just what - exactly - it tastes like. Some of them just look so good.
If you’ve been a follower of my posts since my time at Girls Don’t Game, then you probably know by now that rhythm and music games hold a very special place in my heart. With that said, I’ve been a fan of Guitar Hero since I was following the success of Guitar Freaks in Japan. I’d always wished we could have something similar Stateside. And one magical day, I got my wish: Guitar Hero was born.