I had friends over at my house and they left Meccha Chameleon characters everywhere. Every time I think I got the last one I’ll find another. I’ll tell them how many I’ve found and they just laugh. I’m losing it
FINAL MW4 NEWS FOR TONIGHT:
Infinity Ward has undergone an intense regime change. They’ve acknowledged their stubbornness in the past and are now focusing on making player feedback and an enjoyable gaming experience their #1 priorities. The new people care about Call of Duty and play the games. They want the community to be happy.
(via @tdawgsmitty - go watch his newest YT video for more details about MW4!)
In Texas they told me to stop at Buc-ee's for gas.
I have been to shrines. I have stood in temples that took two hundred years to build.
I was not prepared for the gas station.
There were one hundred and twenty fuel pumps.
I counted them because I did not believe them.
A man beside me was filling a truck the size of my first apartment, and he was not filling it because it was empty.
He was filling it because he was here, and here is where a man fills things.
Inside was a hall so vast I lost the horizon.
A wall of jerky. A wall of fudge I did not know the country produced.
A brisket sandwich handed to me by a man in a beaver costume.
And I want to be clear, the beaver is not a mascot.
The beaver is a saint.
The people speak of him the way my grandmother spoke of the mountain behind her house.
And the bathrooms.
I had been warned about the bathrooms and I had dismissed the warning as the pride of a loud people.
I was wrong to dismiss it.
The bathrooms are famous across the whole state and they have earned it.
I have slept in worse hotels. I nearly bowed upon entering.
A janitor was polishing the floor with the devotion of a man tending a garden he loved, and when I thanked him he said "welcome in," which I have since learned is what Texas says instead of hello, and also instead of I am glad you exist.
I went in for gas. I was inside for ninety minutes.
I came out with fudge, a shirt printed with a joke I do not fully understand, forty dollars of jerky, and a feeling I can only describe as having been to church.
I did not need any of it.
I needed all of it.
I have walked through the great cathedrals of the old world. I lit no candle there.
I lit no candle at Buc-ee's either.
But I did fill the truck.
And I understand now that in Texas, this is the same thing.
At Infinity Ward, authenticity is where we start.
For #MW4 we set out to create the best feeling weapons we've ever made.
Take a look inside our process in episode 5 of From The Ward.