Dearest mother,
I hope you and father are well. Are you taking care of the farm well without me? Boot camp was rough but it went quick and they gave me a free loot box for finishing. I got a blue M1! My buddy xXBluntSlayerXx was so jealous, he only got a gray Thompson. We ship off tomorrow if you can please send your CC numbers so I can hopefully get some extra damage for my grenades when we hit the beaches of Normandy.
With Love,
SheetStain47
(Now I want to read your CoD Loot Boxes home)
That’s a little bit preemptive, don’t you think? We don’t even know how the loot boxes work in WW2.
Jokes my friend. Jokes.
Betting on there being loot boxes in the new COD is gambling, but the odds are certainly better than… lootboxes.
To my darling Arlene,
It pains me so to have to be so far from you on these cold nights. I remember your face and the smell of your cooking as I lie here. It makes me think back to my time in your hometown. The orchards laden with apples in the Autumn and the crates brimming with legendary emotes left in the square. Do you remember when we could dab freely as the band played? What joyous times. Unfortunately there’s little like that in these godless lands. Maybe an uncommon drop a week, two with god’s blessings. Look after Molly for me. I shall see a foil Garand again before I pass, I swear it.
With God’s blessings and my love,
MYNAMEAJEFF1998
Ophelia, my love,
I saw the bullet. I saw the glint of the muzzle, the flash of the charge. The soldier, some strange, scared boy…his shoulder. It kicked out in a way that surprised him. I saw it in his eyes. Twice, I saw it. The bullet traveled 239 metres before entering my gut. He didn’t yet know it, but I was his new personal distance record. My legs shot out beneath me, as had the rest of the world…I was cleaved in half, my torso flung skyward on a geyser of my blood. I had a funny thought as I died: this seems silly; is this right? When my vision went black, and my thoughts drifted away like mist in the night, I saw it all again. The numbers, the horrible numbers. The quantification of my death, tallied and scored. It was horrifying, absurd. In that moment (if I am still alive!), my sanity cracked in half, and I am left with its shards. Of this I am sure.
How, you ask? My love? My darling anchor? Because here I stand, on this dreadful beach, and before me are my squad - once dead! like me! - chattering and wandering, energized by something they feel, but I certainly do not. The sky drops payloads upon us as our bombardiers have on so many soldiers, now dead (I think? I thought?) yet none are scared. They are delighted! They run to the impact sites like children on Christmas! And what an apt comparison, for the payloads explode with glowing rarities! What madness is this?
I commit to fight again, for what choice do I have? My own bomb barrels down from Heaven, pitch black and pregnant with death. It bursts open, and I close my eyes, waiting for…I don’t know. It never comes. I open my eyes, and before me is a fluttering banner of a marihuana leaf. A nearby soldier tells me it’s worth $6.
I am crying, Ophelia, and I don’t know if it will stop.
Yours,
MiracleWhipMoneyShot
We do, and the best part is OP is pretty much on the nose.
They literally drop in from the skies of Normandy, and other players can see what you get.
Very disrespectful thread. Do you know how many brave men died from loot boxes falling on their heads?!
TO MY DEAREST BEDELIA,
YOU SUX HACKS GO FUCK YOURSELF I’LL KILL YOU
REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Love,
Bernard
I can’t believe XxXSniperSlayerXxX invited me to their unboxing party, he got like 100 boxes from his parents for a weekly allowance
Call of Duty will probably make a Civil War game at some point.
Imagine opening countless ‘Yankee Boxes’ to this:
"My dearest Rebecca,
I hope you are the children are well, and I hope these gun skins I no longer use will come of use at the general store."
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