In the realm of pocket-sized wars so grand,
Call of Duty: Mobile, takes a stand.
On screens small, battles rage and roar,
A world of conflict, legends, and lore.
With every tap and swipe, a soldier's fate,
In this mobile fray, skill dictates.
Maps unfold like a warlord's dream,
In digital arenas, teams scheme.
Snipers lurk and rifles sing,
In this tiny realm, you're a king.
A game that fits in the palm so nifty,
Turning train rides into battles so shifty.
So here's to Call of Duty, in your hand,
A marvel of warfare, surprisingly grand!
The Angry Troll
Call of Duty: Mobile, huh? More like Call of Duty: Microtransaction Mayhem. It's like they crammed every COD cliché into a phone and said, 'Let's add more loot boxes.' Gameplay's as smooth as sandpaper, with controls that feel like you're trying to text with boxing gloves on. You humans call this mobile activity combat? I've had more intense fights with my shadow! The graphics are okay—if you squint hard enough. And don't get me started on 'free-to-play.' Sure, it's free like a cheese sample in a mouse trap. Let me put this as clearly as possible—those in-game purchases are like feeding gold to a dragon. What do you think is gonna happen when you stop feeding it?