The sign above my AI partner said, 'Follow'. The very first level kills you if you stray outside the invisibly defined battle zone later you are gifted with an entire canyon to roam – assuming your horse remains above ground level.Īt one point, I found myself stuck on a beach while angry locals swarmed through the jungle behind. Playing it is to tiresomely re-analyse the ever-shifting boundaries of interaction. It's not even that Blops 2 is buggy: it's just so inflexible and brittle as to splinter at the most gentle pressure in any direction other than the one in which it is ordained to move. I reload and reload and reload and eventually make it through. I can't get off my horse because I haven't quite reached the horse-dismounting checkpoint. It doesn't fall far – just up to its flanks – but it's very hard to fend off a Russian assault on a half-buried horse. My horse keeps on falling through the ground.
Hither and thither, men are shot, their demise serving a globe-trotting anti-terrorism yarn that would be amusingly ludicrous if it weren't laser-targeted to evoke actual middle-American paranoia.īut before we get to that: let me tell you about my horse. For the most part, it follows familiar Call of Duty rote: enemies swarm out and you pop their heads and push forward.
The game flits between control of David Mason, son of the first Blops' protagonist, and flashbacks to (not terribly) covert missions taking place during the conflicts of the late 20th century. Everybody's second-favourite Call of Duty sub-franchise returns, picking through the carnage of the preceding game's CIA conspiracy while simultaneously barrelling onward into the cyber-enhanced future-war of 2025.
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