User:Joe Copp

"Damn, my tin foil hat's come loose, I've lost my connection to the mothership!"

Greetings fellow CoD players! I'm Canadian: I win. I've been playing CoD for years, since I was like... 7? CoD, CoD2, CoD4, WaW, MW2, all of them great games- I favor 2 and 4.

I like to think logically about EVERYTHING, and I am very interested by the finer points of the CoD games.

I am a PC person. I refuse to join the midst of the battle between Xbox and PS3, which we all know will never be won. The command console is my best friend. I know A LOT of codes. Ask me for some and I'll post 'em.

And if I had to post my opinion, I prefer the M82A1 over the M200 in-game any day.

My best match was Demo: 77-17 on Sub Base.

Hit me up on Steam: [CDWC] Canadian

Fan Fiction
The bushes seemed to move whenever the wind blew. Carefully, silently, intently; The man standing guard outside of the chucrh grew weary with a sense of dread. The time neared 3pm. More or less, he was tired. More or less, he was alert. Time slowly passed by. Watching. Waiting. Anticipating. Every move. Every gust. Every damn leaf.

The phone rang. Siezing it out of his pocket with lighting fast speed, he pressed the OK button. Raising it to his face, he smirked.

"Greetings, comrade."

The man by the church continued to talk on the phone for ten minutes. When he finally put the phone away, he readjusted his eyes to where the moving bushes had been. But, ever so mysteriously, they had vanished. He grimaced. A sound, he thought. He heard a faint crackle...

POP!

The man by the church fell with a thud.

"Move up," said Archer, the Commanding Officer on this particular mission.

"Roger," replied Leaf, the designted marksman.

The two got up from their viable hiding spots between two fairly large bushes and silently ran to the door of the church. Opening the door, quietly, they peeked inside. There were many support beams dangled aross the walkway, as the church had been hit by a friendly fire airstrike two years prior. They silently creeped in through the door. Archer signaled Leaf, alerting him of a single Tango near the other door. Leaf acknowlaged. Responding with a 'hold' hand motion, Leaf creeped up behind one of the wooden pews behind the Tango. He believed he had the upper hand.

*tock*

The compensator on the M82A1 slung over his shoulder smacked into a low beam, and the Tango turned around.

''"Damn it, Leaf!" ''

''POP! POP!''

The Tango grasped his Jugular in pain as he fell to the floor, squirming. Blood pooled around his neck.

"Move up, you inadvertant pig," commanded Archer.

Both soldiers cosecutively reached the top of the ladder and looked around before proceeding to the bell tower.

"Set up here; When your done, contact Timber."

To be continued...

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