MW2 has always reminded me of that blonde bombshell standing behind the till at the local Clicks. Quite frankly, she’d probably give Aphrodite a run for her money, and I’m pretty sure on our first date, I’d end up spending half my salary on her. It also wouldn’t surprise me if she was superb in bed, but once you step back and really assess the situation, you realise there’s nothing in her head. Conversations are incredibly dull. She has the same lack of general knowledge as Julius Malema and although the sex is cool, the prospect of spending the next 40 years with this mindless zombie, sends chills down your spine.

MW2 is that girl. Eye candy, but highly insipid and overrated.

Give me the intellectual brunette any day (cough… Demon Souls).