As you can see by my late updating and self removal from social media I have still been playing console games/reading/playing sport/lifting weights to a point in which would be considered 'sad' by some half witted blonde skank in a teenage high scool science class....but fuck her as these bitches are destined to be a permanent shit stain on the world as they use their parents money to fly country to country getting a few cheap snaps of them attempting to help some Third World child with their Nikon Coolpix. "I'm making a difference!" no bitch you're being a fuckhead and the fact you're trying to claim that shit makes every other person out there that has done some good cut themselves with a blunt hatchet whilst the listen to that latest cover of the classic 'Africa' by Toto by Jason Derulo who totally fucked that song up for everyone. Who the fuck would listen to that at Sony and say "You've nailed it". The motherfucker is auto tuned so poorly it sounds like someone farted into the message bank on my wife's Iphone then cut and pasted it into Adobe Premier

Modern Warfare 3 Gaming

Well week 2 has been a major success on my gaming behalf. I have developed more not as just a gamer but as a man because they are both related. The better the gamer the bigger the man and vice versa, it's like the chicken and the egg only better and more entertaining as chickens are boring and lack personality. Where gamers are...well maybe it's the same. Anyway a very good week has seen me get my win percentage fo 50%.

This is where it all starts I'm like Columbus setting out to find whatever he was famous for finding. The first 2 weeks I've basically been learning the maps, they're a pain in the ass. So many different levels it's really hard to keep track of your opponents. The top guys ( I've been watching on youtube ) all seem to have a sixth sense for where they're going and where the enemy is, it's not as simple as looking for the red dots on the miniu map and usually the enemy tends to spawn in a location in the opposite direction of where they are rushing ( attacking ) at the time, so you have 'charlie' coming from 2 different directions. That's a lot of pressure and there are people who welcome the pressure and there are people who refuse to face the pressure and turn the pressure off and go fix themselves a nice meal to forget about what just happened...you have to figure out which one you are.  

Now I'm not playing in any team or regiment which makes winning a shit load harder. Playing with random dudes means that you have to rely on them making the right decisions within the game to get you to a better vantage point on the map. This rarely happens and you just end up with chaos, when you come up against 3+ players that no what they're doing you can just about bet you're going to get your ass handed to you.

With all that out of the way things have been going pretty good. I've posted below my stats

That's top 10% in Team Deathmatch and Top 5% in Kill Confirmed. That made me feel good, like I'd just take my first step into a bold new world which is ruled by a greasy 22 year old who's throne still sits within his mothers house, I mean he pays rent ( if you can call $50 a week rent ) but still in the real world he'd hardly be the next Paul Newman.

As you can see my ratios don't look that good even though my position on the charts are high. For every 1.2 kills I get, I die and I'm losing over half the time.

It's hard being a man sometimes, more so it's hard to be me. I like everything and hence want to participate in it. When Michael Khoury( my one and only lebo of the month from a while back ) introduced me to the Call of Duty series ( a first person based war simulation for your computer or gaming console ) I laughed at him. "A simplistic, barbaric game which requires nothing more than a quick trigger finger and a beard of acne" he replied..well I can't remember how he replied but it would of been something in Lebanese like "Trust me bro, this game is good. Just like my hero Scarface".

Even though the character from Scarface's name was Tony Montana and not actually 'Scarface' I let it go, I have to as my life isn't dedicated to going around correcting everybody who makes a reference like "Hey bro who would you rather fight Scarface or Predator" as although it would probably pay well at the end of the days on my planet I'd look back and then cry tears of acid which would then in fact scar my face...wouldn't that be Ironic.

Anyway Modern Warfare 3 has been released and I and a few friends attended the launch, we'd be waiting for a long time and it was good to finally have the weight of the wait (boom) off our shoulders. After rushing home and jumping straight in, I hated it. Too fast, players spawning right on top of each and it just seemed like development of the multiplayer facet of the game has been rushed.

2 days later it was a different story, I 'd been playing a bit and started to adjust. I was used to the Black Ops Call of Duty game which is much slower and steady. A great multiplayer game which seemed to have been well put together from all angles, I was good at it ( not great but good ) but as I was getting close to my peak the game started to wind up due to the release of MW3 and it hit me I'd never got the chance to get into an 'Elite Bracket' or anything ( by Elite I mean the top 5000, remember there is about 6,000,000 people playing this game ).

With Black Ops behind me and a chance to start fresh I decided I was going to try and become a top 5000 player in MW3. I knew it was going to take time, patience and Red Bull but these were things which I could tie into my everyday lifestyle like a Greek woman finding a way to put olive oil into a dish that had absolutely no reason to include it in.

This is the introduction into the quest that I will be participating in stay tuned for more.