![]() ![]() ![]() Any other game would have a gaggle of Nazis mooching around at the end of a corridor -but here you can never tell where the boundaries of a map begin or end - you may as well be standing in real smouldering ruins in real locations. A farmhouse feels like a farmhouse, a beach feels like a beach, a battle raging through a town feels like a true 360-degree panorama of hell. Call of Duty 2 kicks this up more than a few notches. One of the many triumphs of Call Of Duty (silly traipsing around manor houses and dams aside) was that everything felt real. ![]() So I sit back in my chair, and slowly mouth the words "Oh. When I do move I'm killed without ceremony, and And there I stay, I simply don't want to move -despite my superiors screaming, "Flank! Flank! and ever escalating chaos. ![]() Two minutes later, I'm cowering behind an upended cart, gunfire perforating my eardrums, and watching my comrades being cut into pieces all around me. ![]()
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