I can see the battlefield now. A wretched wasteland of death. Bodies strewn about like ragdolls. The giant enemy crab has taken down a vast force, seeing as the US Army doesn't have one Japanese dude with a sword in it's standard layout. But lo! From the wreckage doth a competitor stand! A single dog destined to prove his worth as man's best friend. A dog with nothing to lose anymore! A dog, that dances with death. CoD Dog. As the wind whistles across the wastes, the battle begins. Claw vs. Paw, tooth vs. Antennae. The giant enemy grab lunges forward with it's massive pincer, hurling aside a pile of bodies, only to find the dog is not there. For with it's vast military training, it knew to hide in the ditches, as shells of artillery rain from the sky. It lunges out, dashing up the claw, attempting to get an edge on such a fierce opponent. As the crab reaches up to grab CoD dog the dog jumps off it's back. Readying itself for another attack. The dog sees it's opportunity, with both pincers above it, it is clearly off balance. He charges, digging straight into the ground, ready to use the beast's own weight to topple it. As sure as the sun rises, the crab takes a step into the pit. As the Giant Enemy Crab begins to flip over, CoD Dog readies itself for its lunge. It knows. Today is not the day I die. I must die in a soldier's arms, so that the tears of the audience helps to get across the idea that war is a sad affair. It is CoD Dog's duty to become a martyr. But not like this. It rushes forward, ready to take the opening. Ready to strike the weak point for MASSIVE DAMAGE. The dog leaps into the air bringing down the full force of......
Damnit. Internet cut out. I have to restart from the checkpoint? @#$% you Microsoft! Seriously.