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COD7 Computer amason directory text files (cont)

November 12, 2010 in Black Ops, Glitch


Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw.
Thou marshall’st me the way that I was going;
And such an instrument I was to use.
Mine eyes are made the fools o’ the other senses,
Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still,
And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood,
Which was not so before. There’s no such thing:
It is the bloody business which informs
Thus to mine eyes. Now o’er the one half-world
Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
The curtain’d sleep; witchcraft celebrates
Pale Hecat’s off’rings; and wither’d Murder,
Alarum’d by his sentinel, the wolf,
Whose howl’s his watch, thus with his stealthy pace,
With Tarquin’s ravishing strides, towards his design
Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
Thy very stones prate of my whereabout,
And take the present horror from the time,
Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives:
Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.

A bell rings.

I go, and it is done; the bell invites me.
Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell
That summons thee to heaven or to hell.

This is from:
Macbeth: Act 2, Scene 1


June 30, 1978

Mr. Mason –

Clarke was intending to hide in Johannesburg. He has a brother there.
It’s a good place to start.

– X –


July 4, 1978

Mr. Mason –

Woods is alive and remains the sole remaining American guest at the
Hanoi Hilton.

Thought you should know.

– X –


I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

(Percy Bysshe Shelley)
Ozymandias was another name for Ramesses the Great, Pharaoh of the nineteenth dynasty of ancient Egypt.


March 22, 1966


By now you should’ve received dad’s letter. Dot and I don’t necessarily
Agree, but he’s got a point. You should have been here.
It’s unforgivable that you weren’t. We know you’ve been through a lot,
but this was our mom. She needed you and you weren’t there for her when
it was most important.

She asked after you, before. We told her you would be here, just hang on.
But she shook her head and smiled. She said, “He’s got more important
things to do. My son’s a hero. And I know I’m in his thoughts wherever
he is.”

She closed her eyes, sighed, and didn’t take another breath. Was she right?
Was she in your thought? Marshall, me, and the kids are heading back to
Renier in the morning. If you need a place to go, my door is always open to
you. The kids would love to see you, too. Their hero uncle Alex.



Come, come, Lavinia; look, thy foes are bound.
Sirs, stop their mouths, let them not speak to me;
But let them hear what fearful words I utter.
O villains, Chiron and Demetrius!
Here stands the spring whom you have stain’d with mud,
This goodly summer with your winter mix’d.
You kill’d her husband, and for that vile fault
Two of her brothers were condemn’d to death,
My hand cut off and made a merry jest;
Both her sweet hands, her tongue, and that more dear
Than hands or tongue, her spotless chastity,
Inhuman traitors, you constrain’d and forced.
What would you say, if I should let you speak?
Villains, for shame you could not beg for grace.
Hark, wretches! how I mean to martyr you.
This one hand yet is left to cut your throats,
Whilst that Lavinia ‘tween her stumps doth hold
The basin that receives your guilty blood.
You know your mother means to feast with me,
And calls herself Revenge, and thinks me mad:
Hark, villains! I will grind your bones to dust
And with your blood and it I’ll make a paste,
And of the paste a coffin I will rear
And make two pasties of your shameful heads,
And bid that strumpet, your unhallow’d dam,
Like to the earth swallow her own increase.
This is the feast that I have bid her to,
And this the banquet she shall surfeit on;
For worse than Philomel you used my daughter,
And worse than Progne I will be revenged:
And now prepare your throats. Lavinia, come,
He cuts their throats
Receive the blood: and when that they are dead,
Let me go grind their bones to powder small
And with this hateful liquor temper it;
And in that paste let their vile heads be baked.
Come, come, be every one officious
To make this banquet; which I wish may prove
More stern and bloody than the Centaurs’ feast.

Titus Andronicus
(Act 5, Scene 2)
~~~This part left out~~~
So, now bring them in, for I’ll play the cook,
And see them ready ‘gainst their mother comes.


COD7 Computer amason’s mail box

November 12, 2010 in Black Ops, Glitch

Also at the computer prompt if you type in “mail” this is what you will see:

id from date subject
0 Jason Hudson Sat Nov 10 1963 New Tech
1 Jake Reach Fri Nov 17 1963 WC
2 Greg Weaver Sun Nov 24 1963 Thanks
3 Jason Hudson Fri Sep 17 1965 Slow Down
4 Greg Weaver Mon Feb 14 1966 Proposition
5 Frank Woods Mon Jan 2 1967
6 Jason Hudson Tue Jan 10 1967 Frank
7 Ryan Jackson Mon Aug 12 1968 Cupcakes
8 Dr. Adrienne Smith Mon Dec 23 1968 Migraines
9 Dr. Adrienne Smith Mon Dec 23 1968 RE: Migraines
10 Jason Hudson Tue Jul 4 1963 Don’t Do It

Mail Version 0.72. Type ? for help.

MSG #0
TO: Mason, Alex
FROM: Hudson, Jason


Stop complaining and go with it. It’s new to all of use. You’ll need a better password first off. “Password” doesn’t cut it. This is the CIA. You gotta protect your secrets and we’re in the business of secrets. Go with something only you would know, something personal but not obvious. Combine a name and a number. Pick someone important to you, like a mentor or something. Then put a date that’s important to you on the end. For example, the year you won a big award. Combined those would be pretty difficult to guess.

Change your password or I’ll do it for you. You do not want me send mails in your name.


MSG #1
TO: Mason, Alex
FROM: Reach, Jake

Mr. Mason,

Word on the street is you won the WC back in ’53. I came in 2nd in ’45,
One former jarhead to another, we should grab some beers and hit the range.

What do you say?

GySgt Jake Reach (ret)

MSG #2
TO: Mason, Alex
FROM: Weaver, Greg


Not big heart-to-heart kind of guy, but you and Frank saved my ass back in the Baikonur. Lost an eye sure, but I gained an ally. I owe you one.


G. Weaver

MSG #3
TO: Mason, Alex
FROM: Hudson, Jason
SUBJECT: Slow Down


Listen. It’s been almost 2 years since Baikonur. Your fixation with Dragovich is bordering on obsessive. People are talking and not the secretaries about the water cooler. You’re poking in files way above your pay grade and you’re doing it real sloppy. Luck you, you got me watching your back.

We all want to put a bullet in his head. And we will But slow it down. It’s a team effort and that’s the best and only way to get our hands on the psycho. You hear me? And while I’m on the subject, quit with the mumbling to yourself. You look like you’re insane.


MSG #4
TO: Mason, Alex
FROM: Weaver, Greg
SUBJECT: Proposition for You


Told you I owed you one. Got a way to start chipping away at that debt. That smoking blonde down on the first floor? Her name is Sarah. Word is her scum bag fiancee had a penchant for ladies of the night. She found out, called it off, apparently punched him, too (unconfirmed). I tried, but she’s not interested in a cyclops like me. I mentioned your name though and she was suddenly all ears. She’s seen you around, has a soft spot for the dark, ugly, and brooding. I’ll introduce you. You take her out for drinks. Get a little comfort from the fairer species. You could use it.


MSG #5
TO: Mason, Alex
FROM: Woods, Frank

We need to stop wasting our time with this techno garbage and get back to the business of dropping the hammer on the Commies.

This is war baby. Words don’t count for nothin’.

MSG #6
TO: Mason, Alex
FROM: Hudson, Jason


In case you hadn’t heard, Frank is off to Nam to lead SOG RT incursions into Laos. Volunteered of course. Old war horse like him needs a fight like he needs oxygen. Nam will be like a day at the beach for him.

Feel sorry for the VC, tell you that much.


MSG #7

Hello everyone,
My lovely wife Bridget, the saint she is, got up at the crack of dawn and made cupcakes. She coerced me into bringing them into the office to share with all of you. They’ll be in the coffee room while supplies last.

WARNING: Only 1 cupcake per person. The room is being monitored. Don’t me sic the SAD on your. That does double for Stanz and Sutton.

MSG #8
FROM: Dr. Smith, Adrienne
TO: Mason, Alex
SUBJECT: Recurring Migraines


I’m sorry to hear the medication isn’t working as intended. Let’s schedule some time tomorrow, say 3pm. We’ll give you a once-over and, if need be, discuss dosage.

In the mean time, get some rest. You’ve been through a harrowing ordeal these past few months. Consider perhaps a trip home to Anchorage. See your family. Clear your mind. At the very least, stay out of the offices. You’ll be surprised how much it can help.


Doctor Adrienne Smith, M.D.
Staff Psychiatrist

MSG #9
TO: Mason, Alex
FROM: Dr. Smith, Adrienne
SUBJECT: Recurring Migraines


You cannot and will not threaten suicide to your assigned analyst if you ever intend to regain your field operational status. I’m sorry to hear about your family. I know what it is to be divisive with one’s family, but I also know that if anyone can forgive, it is blood. Understand it’s a sensitive subject, but I will not be blackmailed for medication I trust we are clear.

That said, I cannot in good conscience allow an idle threat become a reality. I have a final appointment at 5pm. Please come to my office at 6pm and we can discuss your medication and anything else you require for as long as needed.


Doctor Adrienne Smith, M.D.
Staff Psychiatrist

MSG #10
TO: Mason, Alex
FROM: Hudson, Jason
SUBJECT: Don’t Do It


I saw the report and I know what you’re thinking. Stay away from Johannesberg, you got that? They’re watching you, especially that Kain guy up in S.A.D. He’s just dying for you to blow it. Don’t give him the excuse.

Stay away from Johannesburg, Mason. Stay away.



COD7 Black Ops Care Package Glitch

November 10, 2010 in Black Ops, Glitch

OMG! Say it isn’t so!!! But it is so!!! Not even 24 hours into release and the Care Package Glitch has been discovered. Treyarch…….TSK TSK TSK……Word on the street is this will be fix very soon, and hopefully it won’t take 3 attempts to do so as it did in MW2. Why am I posting this you ask? Well it is already becoming rampant and I feel ATVI and Treyarch will fix it soon so you wiener CP glitchy’s……have your fun, but watch your back cuz I will be Jack’n you CP and it won’t last long! Video below, tks goes to BriSi

***UPDATE*** original video removed by Activision, here is another………I’m sure it will be removed soon; however, instructions below the video this time :D

How to do the Unlimited Care Package Glitch in COD7 Black Ops

~ Throw care package

~ Throw your stun/flashbang/equipment RIGHT after care package

~ You should get care package and have another one available