#CALL OF DUTY WORLD AT WAR NAZI ZOMBIE FULL#
#CALL OF DUTY WORLD AT WAR NAZI ZOMBIE CODE#

#CALL OF DUTY WORLD AT WAR NAZI ZOMBIE CODE#

If Nikolai said ' zooooombies,' that was code for, pretend like TakeoвЂ™s microphone is broken, firing up 15 minutes of Takeo going, ' I KNOW YOU GUYS CAN HEAR ME!' Which gun did you get? How far did we make it last time? Run! There were traps in the game-flip a switch, and an electricity field would pop up-that weвЂ™d lure Takeo into. Just Dempsey, Nikolai, Takeo, and the zombies. I donвЂ™t even think we talked about, you know, school or anything. Over the course of that freshman year-as Call of Duty added new levels, guns, and a sci-fi storyline that still hardly makes any damn sense-we probably logged, cumulatively, weeks stabbing zombies with Bowie knives. Shitty but addicting, a snack thatвЂ™ll never fill you up. You should know: The game wasnвЂ™t very good. So, TakeoвЂ™s basement was only needed by Takeo, all of us at our own homes, jabbering away on cheap headsets long into the morning, praying weвЂ™d make it one more round than the night before. We had no fourth friend.) This was in the days of the Xbox 360, which meant you could play, wow, online. You were assigned one of four characters: Dempsey, Nikolai, Takeo, and Richtofen. BANG! The zombies arrived and started ripping down those boards. (She wasnвЂ™t, she'd tell you four years later after a few drinks at a shitty house party.) Then? URRRRRRRRR. This was about as much mystery as a 14-year-old boy could encounter, besides the mystery of whether or not Mary was making eyes at him while studying the Old Testament. Social media wasnвЂ™t enough of a thing by then to have spoiled the surprise: If you beat World at WarвЂ™s Private Ryan-esque campaign, you were suddenly dropped in a beat-to-shit, abandoned building, littered with cobwebs and boarded-up windows. Freshman year of high school, 2008, we played our last game together: Call of Duty Zombies.Д¬all of Duty zombies-formerly, Nazi zombies, as if normal old zombies needed a dash of facism to achieve peak horror-debuted in fall 2008 as a bonus mode in Call of Duty: World at War. Sometimes, Takeo showed us the game he'd made in a rudimentary RPG maker, a side-scroller IвЂ™m sure exists on a floppy disk somewhere. The one thing keeping our goobery triumvirate together was those afternoons-TakeoвЂ™s house, where were hurled Wiimotes around his basement. Then middle school, typified by the Gamecube minigame that never was, when the punchline slowly shifted from 'BOB SAGET' to 'TAKEO,' and the only savior from a laughing fit was the 10-foot-tall, crucified Jesus in the stairwell. In elementary school, we spent most afternoons warring in Smash, still in our pizza-roll-stained white polo uniforms. WeвЂ™d been best friends since kindergarten class-naps at noon, wreckers of the sand table, crooning вЂњOne Bread, One BodyвЂќ together at Mass like a toddlered Nirvana. There were three of us: Nikolai (first prankster, loud, the kid whoвЂ™d come over and clog your toilet), Dempsey (second prankster, formless and anxious, me), and Takeo (the prankee, nerdy even for our crew of dweebos, where the punchline was often screaming 'BOB SAGET' without context).

He knew it was bullshit we all kept it up anyway, every morning, because it was the sixth grade, and we werenвЂ™t good at sports or school or girls, so we played video games. I Met the Cold Man I'd Become in 'NFL Head Coach' Upon flawless entry of the code, Mario himself would pop up on the GamecubeвЂ™s homescreen, scream an unholy ' ITSA ME!,' and then drive around or something or other.

We told him that if he followed the instructions on the looseleaf-without messing up, like we told him he kept doing, the idiot-it would unlock a super-duper-secret minigame on his Gamecube. It went on and on: A 30-something-line cheat code. вЂњGuys, I did it THIRTY TIMES last night, it doesnвЂ™t work,вЂќ heвЂ™d always say, little face twisted in a spiteful knot, holding up a crumpled piece of looseleaf riddled with intricate code: X + A + Y + Y + Y + LEFT STICK + LEFT STICK + RIGHT STICK. and word vomit, never, ever ready to start the day-and tell Takeo that he was doing it wrong.

#CALL OF DUTY WORLD AT WAR NAZI ZOMBIE FULL#

We would line up every morning under the big basketball hoop, five-foot-tall, middle-school munchkins-hauling brown bags and binders, nervous and cruel, full of B.O. Just like the old days, we might pull some all nighters, we might lose a friend or two, we might resort to eating too many Hot Pockets. Here, we embark on one final-maybe even fatal-playthrough of the forgotten games of our past.

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