Origins

"GO GO GO- NO!!!" I scream at my TV that reads 'You have survived 31 rounds'. That was the first time I've ever made it that far on Origins! Hell, it's the farthest I've ever made on zombies period. Ugh, Call of Duty stresses me out when it should be doing the opposite; it's should make me forget my stresses for a while. My sorrowful thoughts are interrupted by my friend laughing really hard. He's almost wheezing. "What's so funny?" I pout feeling like he's making fun of me.
"YOU, of all people, died!" He teased before laughing again.
"Shuddup, Cameron," I mumble, slightly disappointed in myself. I really wanted this to be a long game. Okay.. a longer game.
"Listen, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel bad; You did a great job carrying us." I laugh at that. Out of all my friends on the PlayStation, I'm the one that knows where everything is, where to get stuff, and how to get us out of sticky situations. Black Ops 2 Zombies is my religion. Obviously, my "religious practices" didn't come into play this game.
I smile in pride, "Thank you. You are forgiven." We both chuckle, "but I'm going to bed. It's late, so you should too."
"Yeah, yeah, mom." He teases before we say our goodbyes.
I lean back onto my bed thinking about Origins. Sometimes, I wish I could meet the original four. Wouldn't that be fucking awesome? Having Dempsey being an asshole, but all in good fun. Having conversations with Takeo about how much we hate people. Even though I know nothing about alcohol, talking to Nikolai about Vodka. Now that I think about it, that's 1.0 Nikolai. Lastly, meeting the Richtofen who hadn't had a mental break with reality. I sigh. Only in my dreams.. I think as I drift off unintentionally.

Little did I know...