My grandfather stormed the beach in a haze. MG fire surrounded him, and he saw several of his friends get burnt alive by the exploding tanks on the beach landers. He pissed himself, unsure of what to do next, but then…

A legendary pack dropped in front of him! He got a sand camo outfit, and managed to crawl unnoticed towards the cliffs of Normandy. There, he saw his commanding officer, dirt and sweat caked on his face.

“Gianetti,” he cried, “Get your damn wallet out, and get more boxes. We won’t be able to kill the Krauts until we spent enough to get over the Normandy pay wall.”

The entire battalion, or what was left of it, stacked their loot boxes – some unfortunately ran out of money and had to stay behind, but eventually, they reached the top of the Normandy pay wall, and looked out across the field. They took down the AA guns and cleared the bunkers. My grandfather earned 20 war bonds that day, almost enough to buy him a prototype scope that was all the rage at the time.

My grandad looked at one of his fellow survivors, Tasha. She said, “Ah, damn, I ain’t got shit.”

“Don’t be down,” Gianetti said, “You’re a strong, pansexual black woman who needs no man.”

She died a few months later, when she couldn’t afford to get the OP weapons in the new DLC.

Moral of this story is: War never changes, and it comes at a heavy price…… of $25 for the season pass, with 3 legendary lootboxes included if you preordered before the war.