COD but not forgotten

You lot must remember the old days… actually no, you fucking don’t. You were born into WiFi and fibre like it’s oxygen. You never had to fight for a connection, you just expect it.

We were out there building absolute Frankenstein setups just to talk to each other.

56k modems screaming like they were dying. ISDN if you had money. Com cables hacked together with whatever shite you could find. 9 pin joystick ports wired through alarm cable like a dodgy bomb setup. Set the baud rate, open terminal, and start firing signals at your mate like you were breaking into NASA.

I ran a six core cable across three houses, under the eaves, half illegal, fully ridiculous. That thing sat there for over twenty years. Rain, wind, didn’t give a fuck. Because when you’ve got no broadband, you make your own internet.

Now? You click a button and boom, full films flying across the world in seconds. Platforms like localfilm.ie and localfilm.online make it piss easy. They are sponsoring this segment to remind you all to go watch more local films.

But here’s the truth no one says. It was never about the tech. It was about the people and the chaos.

Same now. Games are faster, cleaner, prettier… and full of sweaty little tryhards and toxic pricks. You jump into public lobbies and it’s just hackers, ego, and absolute nonsense.

That’s why private multiplayer hits different.

Your people. Your rules. Proper chat. Bit of slagging. Bit of “you useless bastard how did you miss that?” energy. That’s the good stuff.

And for me, it’s always the knife.

Not the hatchet. Not the chainsaw. Not even the glorious dildo wand. Just a small, fast blade and pure aggression. Close in, fast feet, faster hands, and suddenly the “pro” starts panicking like a headless chicken.

That’s where the fun is. Yeah, there’s ego in it. Of course there is. But mostly it’s the buzz. The laughs. The moments where everyone’s shouting, half raging, half dying laughing.

And let’s be honest, it’s a break from the absolute cancer that is public matchmaking. So here’s the deal. If you’re sick of the bullshit and you actually want proper games again, we run it ourselves.

Private matches. Regular sessions. No dickheads. No hackers. Just chaos and craic.And if enough of you are in, we push it further. Leagues. Bragging rights. Proper competition.

Simple. You in, or are you staying in those shite public lobbies getting farmed?

The one the only bald eagle! slippery sally aka the fly aka Al aka what ever you want to call me I ain't prissy 😼