An Evening in the Life of a MW3 Gamer
I am currently in the midst of my annual FPS pilgrimage to the world of Death Match, by way of Call of Duty. I have finished and thoroughly enjoyed Modern Warfare 3’s ridiculous single player and have now turned my attention to the ever-addictive multiplayer. I’ll keep plugging away at it for the next couple of weeks, until I eventually lose interest and move onto something else (Skyrim?). But for now, I’m in deep and struggling to tear myself away from the on-screen carnage. As I have done in the past with John Marston , Kazuma Kiryu and a Helghast grunt , I thought I’d compile a Day in the Life of… diary for MW3, only this time with a bit of a twist. Instead of coming from the perspective of a fictional character, this one is all about me as I embark upon on a (slightly) exaggerated evening of mindless fragging. 10.00 pm - Right, tonight I am definitely playing the last hour of ICO. I shall put it off no longer. 10.02 pm - At the Modern Warfare 3 main menu. 10.04 pm - I...