CALL OF DUTY: BLACK OPS II
PS3 (also on Xbox 360, PC, Wii U)
Number nine, number nine, number nine, numbe-THUMP!
Much to Activision’s credit, they’ve tried to revolutionise a
series they could just as easily have farted out and still flog
enough of to continue having as many caviars they could smoke and
cigars they could ride. Or summat.
This one’s a time travel tale, starting with the 1970s through ’80s
Cold War and ending up in a new shivery conflict come 2025. Alex
Mason returns, complete with Sammy Worthington voice goodness, and
future bits see his son, Dave, take over. It’s nice to know he’s got
something happening other than more
The Reels reunions.
Single campaigniness ultimately revolves around rare earth minerals, which are
– ironically - required for most everything future tech. The big bad’s a Nicaraguan bloke named Menendez, who gives serious Dr Evil
with his world superpower shit-stirring to further his means. Means
meaning moneys, mainly.
You’ll scuffle from Cuba to LA, flitting from Spider-Manniness to
Batmanliness in seconds with the odd
utilising weaponry from peashooter to rocket launcher with more guns
in-between than within Charlton Heston’s mancave. You’ll also
discover the series’ big new thing – multiple endings! Things may
usually feel more on rails than a Melbourne tram, but certain
decisions or reaction times affect outcomes. Then there’s the hot
RTS injection, which isn’t hot (or welcome). If arcadeishly
bang-bang-shoot-shooting, you don’t wanna get all armyistically grunt
bodysnatching Poindexteral. But yay for trying, we guess.
Meanwhile, multiplayer’s mostly familiar – ‘Domination’, ‘Kill
confirmed’, ‘Abject moron fucksticklebricks online’ and such – but
things like leagues of those similarly ranked and mucho
tweakingability are ace. Then there’s party games, social
integration and, natch, teh zombiez. You can even go all
the-wheels-on-the-bus-go-round-and-round with the latter in ‘Tranzit’.
Ultimately, you’ll still get stuck on pebbles and regularly wonder
WTF just murderated you, but frustration never looked better.
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