For the first time, I played Call of Duty on the Xbox with my brother.
I played video games with him a little bit in the past; I guess that’s what happens when summer boredom ensues.
I remember we used to play Crash Bandicoot and Black Hawk Down on his original PlayStation. One time, I beat him SO BADLY playing Black Hawk Down that he couldn’t believe I wasn’t cheating.
But this week I tried out Call of Duty, the game my brother now plays more than any other. He has all 7 of them. We played Modern Warfare 3 and Black Ops II.
I’ll admit I got frustrated because I’m not familiar with the Xbox controls. And it didn’t help that my brother has countless more hours of experience than I do. But I did enjoy the sibling bonding that resulted.
We played a few games against each other, and it wasn’t a complete landslide score-wise. While trying to show me all of the “cool” aspects of the game, I was able to get a couple of cheap shots to gain some points for myself, even though my brother was a clear winner in all of the rounds.
My brother’s player (displayed in the bottom half of the screen) shows off his gun.
Playing Call of Duty on the Xbox once doesn’t make me want to play video games more, but it does make me wonder what things I will do to spend time with my brother.