Here's my feelings, in the form of a story of a generalized person we'll call "Gary the virgin".
Monday, 10:30am, Gary wakes up with his tv still on. The tv is on the video input screen, blue, because he just turned his ps3 off (but not the tv) at 4:15am earlier this morning. Gary starts his day off with a trip to the bathroom, then downstairs to eat some HoneyComb cereal. He then retreats back to his stinky, clothes and crusty socks/towels all over the floor hell-hole of a room and plops on either a computer chair or a bed. Without even looking, he picks up his ps3 controller and presses the power button to begin his day long event of playing COD4 MW or CODWAW.
His level is 55 10, with everything unlocked. He gets to the loading screen, then puts on his headset which he shouldn't even use because he never talks to anyone anyways. The game is ready, and he picks his favorite class and begins to play. First thing he does when he starts the game is immediately aim up into the sky, and proceeds to throw a grenade clear across the entire map which will kill an unsuspecting person just trying to play the game for fun. Gary knows this map well, he's been playing it for just over a year, every day.
Did it seem weird that Gary didn't have school or a job to wake up for since it's Monday? Nope! Because Gary doesn't do either one of those, that would be getting in the way of his game playing, because he has to be the master cod4 player. So Gary's into about his third hour of playing COD4, for no reason because he achieved everything you already can in the game, and it's so easy to him now that it's second nature. And he starts to get a little hungry. After a quick snack of either a cup-o-noodle or a hotpocket, he's right back infront of his tv "pwning noobs" for another three hours of wasted life.
After about the sixth hour of playing, and hearing all the people talk shit to him over his headset, Gary starts to get a little lonely. This is nothing a little visit to good old uprn.c oh em won't fix. So he does his little search for his usual fetish and after wiping up with an old sock or towel, he gets right back to playin COD4 again. Doing his usual noob tubing or cross-map grenade chucking as he always does. Now it's later in the evening, and after getting yelled at by both of his parents at dinner, he retreats back to his room to pwn more noobs until about three am, and passes out. He'll need his sleep, for tomorrow is filled with yet another lonely pathetic adventure of being the master of COD4..
Now, although this is a generalized and ficticious story about some fat little faggot kid with no life that ruins the game for everyone, it's not far from the truth. These are the people that I just CANNOT stand when I play COD4. I hate when I play and theres always one faggot fukcing kid that just rapes everyone and makes the game absolutely intolerable. So that's my gripe about COD4 and WAW. I don't know yet if I'll be getting MW2 yet...