What??...Why Does This Game Hate Me? Call Of Duty Black Op’s Zombies

Hey there you fearless zombie slayers! Welcome to my epic Call of Duty Black Ops Zombies gameplay, where I'll be attempting to survive and conquer the undead masses, all with a sprinkle of humor and a dash of skill (hopefully!).

As I load into this creepy, foggy map, I can't help but feel a mix of excitement and sheer terror. It's like trying to teach a zombie how to do the "Thriller" dance - equal parts horrifying and hilarious. But hey, the undead need some rhythm in their lives, right?

Now, before we dive headfirst into this brain-sucking frenzy, let's talk strategy. As a seasoned zombie hunter, I'll be utilizing every weapon at my disposal, from the classic shotgun (perfect for those up-close-and-personal encounters) to the explosive and always entertaining grenade launcher.

But hold on, folks! I won't be surviving based on weapons alone. No, no. I have some secret sauce up my sleeve. Well, it's not actually sauce, more like a strategic dance routine that lures the zombies into a false sense of security. Trust me, they'll be too busy busting a move to even come close to taking a bite out of me!

Oh look, the first wave of brain-munchers is upon us. Geronimo! I sprint across the map, dodging zombies left and right, like I'm auditioning for the next season of 'Dancing with the Dead'. Slide under their grasp, jump over their decaying limbs – it's like I'm in a circus, but instead of clowns, we have zombies and instead of popcorn, there's… uh, I'd rather not think about that!

To spice things up, let me introduce you to my imaginary friend, Reginald. He's my trusty sidekick, offering advice and witty comments from the other side of the screen. Trust me, it's a real hoot having an imaginary companion making you laugh while hordes of undead are trying to feast on your brains. Their timing is impeccable!

Alright, we've hit double digits, baby! Round ten! I can almost taste the victory... or wait, is that just the lovely fragrance of rotting zombie flesh? Regardless, we're not stopping until we reach that sweet, glorious number two-zero. Is there a prize for being the funniest zombie slayer? I hope so, because I'm aiming for that gold trophy!

And there it is, my friends! Round 14 has arrived, and I'm still standing (Well, kinda. Zombie guts are a real pain to wash out!). This has been an adrenaline-fueled, hilarious journey, and I couldn't have done it without my trusty imaginary friend Reginald and, of course, the power of laughter.

Remember that, folks: when life throws waves of the undead at you, just smile, crack a joke, and dance like nobody's watching. It might not guarantee survival, but hey, at least you'll go down laughing! See you on the virtual battlefield, my fellow zombie wranglers!