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It’s the sounds of the prisoners that let you know something isn’t right. No matter how hard you struggle, the guards succeed in dragging you into the damp confines of the mysterious prison, where you’re thrown into a room with several others. The first person that approaches you greets you with a swift punch to the neck. Thankfully, despite the spray of blood and reddening of your vision, it doesn’t really hurt. But you don’t have a chance to retaliate because the first blow invited others over and now you’re enduring the onslaught of half a dozen fists, not two. There are no words of warning or explanation as to what’s happening beyond a message welcoming you to Call of Duty: Warzone‘s Gulag.
As your beating continues, you manage to sneak a peek at a few other souls staring out through barred windows. Another poor sap is thrown into The Gulag and your tormentors turn to them instead, allowing you a moment of respite to see what the others are looking at. Below you is a short hallway. Pillars are haphazardly placed throughout the space, with small piles of crumbling rubble scattered in between. It only takes a second to identify the structures as cover, the echo of bullets ricocheting off the tile clueing you into their purpose. Two soldiers are having a shootout below–both egged on by the onlookers who are pelting the duo with rocks.
In a few moments, one falls and the crowd throws out a few more rocks in the form of cheers–another body has been fed to The Gulag. Suddenly, two of your neighbors disappear, only to appear below on opposing sides. The two run at each other and once again the sounds of bullets reverberate through the air. More rocks are thrown and the mob’s horrific welcome has transitioned to yet another newbie who thought they were safe by hiding in the corner, and then another body falls dead down below. This pattern continues until it happens to be your turn.