For the past handful of years, Black Ops has been increasingly—as our own Ted Litchfield put it—suffering from a case of 'Fortnitification'. That is, whatever core aesthetic identity it had is due to vanish into the hole of crossovers and garish skins. While there's been a quiet murmuring of fury from the community over these things, these games' developers must be making an absolute boatload of money, because the cruise liner's still chugging.
In the past year of Call of Duty games we've endured a pay-to-win Groot knockoff, Nicki Minaj, and a Fallout crossover. Black Ops 6, which released at the tail end of October, has been carrying on this new tradition by throwing demons, dragons, flaming skulls, a bong gun, and a catgirl into the mix. I'm actually less upset about that last one.
