5punk

"Indeed, one thing Treyarch emphasise over and over is that we should stow our preconceptions about World War II. Even the presentation is markedly different - there's a real sense of grime and darkness, while your NPC fellows are more like (understandably) angry, foul-mouthed thugs than the unflappable stiff-upper-lippers of yore. This is war, not tea for two.."

Quint wrote:Very first light, Chief, sharks come cruisin', so we formed ourselves into tight groups. You know, it was kinda like old squares in the battle like you see in the calendar named "The Battle of Waterloo" and the idea was: shark comes to the nearest man, that man he starts poundin' and hollerin' and screamin' and sometimes the shark go away... but sometimes he wouldn't go away. Sometimes that shark he looks right into ya. Right into your eyes. And, you know, the thing about a shark... he's got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll's eyes. When he comes at ya, doesn't seem to be living... until he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then... ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin'. The ocean turns red, and despite all the poundin' and the hollerin', they all come in and they... rip you to pieces.

HereComesPete wrote:sharks, etc.