it boomed.
Except there was no Paris.
“Uh, Delta?” Rook said, his voice echoing into the void. “Where’s the zone ?” Mw3 Error Could Not Find Zone So Survival Mp Paris.ff
Rook sighed, pressed the glowing silver button, and whispered, “Yeah. Yeah, I would.”
Sergeant Marcus “Rook” Rooker materialized in darkness. Not the fuzzy, loading-screen darkness, but a solid one. He could feel the weight of his ACR 6.8, the cold press of his frag grenades, the grit of Parisian concrete under his boots. it boomed
The Juggernaut raised its foot. The error box on its face grew larger.
“No,” Rook breathed.
Rook looked around. He was standing on a grey, featureless grid, like a 3D modeling program before the textures loaded. The Eiffel Tower was a ghostly wireframe. The Arc de Triomphe was just a pale outline.