Alright, so that BO6 double XP weekend. Yeah, I went through it. Had to, you know? That little icon pops up, “Double XP Active,” and your whole weekend plan just goes out the window. Mine did, anyway.
First thing, I basically told everyone I was gonna be unavailable. Like, “don’t call, don’t text, I’m deep in the trenches” kind of unavailable. Stocked up on the essentials – coffee, more coffee, and whatever snacks were easy to grab. You don’t wanna be messing around in the kitchen when there’s XP to be earned, right?
So, I jumped in. Fired up the game. And man, those first few hours. You’re all hyped up, thinking you’re gonna prestige like five times. I went straight for what I thought was the fastest way to get points. Just trying to get into the groove, find a rhythm. Sometimes it worked, sometimes I was just getting absolutely wrecked. You know how it is, one match you’re a hero, next match you’re just target practice.
Then the real grind started to hit. After a while, everything just blurs together. The maps, the loadouts, the sound of gunfire. It’s just this constant loop. And let me tell you, there were moments I wanted to throw my controller. Seriously. You get stuck with a team that doesn’t play the objective, or you run into some guy who seems to know where you are before you even spawn. That stuff really tests your patience, especially when you’re trying to be efficient with the double XP.
I realized my initial plan wasn’t the best. Just running and gunning wasn’t maximizing the points like I thought. So, I had to switch it up. Started focusing more on challenges, playing different modes I wouldn’t usually touch. Anything to squeeze out those extra points. It felt like actual work, trying to figure out the “system” for getting the most XP. It’s not just playing; it’s like, strategizing your playtime. Sounds ridiculous, but that’s what these weekends do to you.
Kept telling myself, “Just one more level,” or “Just finish this weapon.” It’s a mental game more than anything. My eyes were burning, my back was aching from sitting so long. Pretty sure I forgot what sunlight looked like for a couple of days. But that little progress bar inching forward, it keeps you hooked. It’s a weird kind of satisfaction, seeing those numbers go up, even if you feel like a zombie.
So, Sunday night rolls around. The double XP is about to end. I look at what I accomplished. Yeah, I leveled up a bunch. Got a few guns maxed out, hit a new prestige. All that good stuff. But man, I was drained. Completely. Like, my brain felt like mush.
Was it worth it? I dunno. Ask me in a week when I’ve recovered. Right now, I’m just glad it’s over. These double XP weekends, they’re a trap. A glorious, frustrating, sometimes rewarding trap. And you know what? I’ll probably do it all over again next time they have one. That’s the crazy part.
