“Your LDL is high. Too big to be here,” the nurse remarked. “It might not be a great diet, but it’s not very high in fat. Do you eat a lot of french fries and potatoes? Papa is Spanish for tuber, but in prison it’s a pie made with mashed french fries, hot water, pressed cheese, sazon, and sometimes dried beans.
How to fix prison break string error in Modern Warfare 2
There is a way to fix prison break string error in Modern Warfare 2. It doesn’t involve restarting the mission or the game, that’s good. You don’t have to lose progress on a mission that’s already on the harder side. The game is very broken at the moment but it is what it is. What you need to do is hide in the corner tower after blowing up the vehicles. It’s the small room that’s full of guns. Wait there for the other men to start descending the rope. You can wait in the room until everyone but one is on the rope. In this moment, run towards the rope as if your life depended on it, because it does.
So yes, this is how you can fix the rope bug in Prison Break mission in COD Modern Warfare 2. However, not a perfect solution. It may take a few more attempts before you are finally successful.
Hopefully the developers fix this step at some point. Until then, you all have to lower the rope and then run like never before. It’s beyond annoying, but ultimately it’s doable. Another thing you can do to help yourself is lower the difficulty, maybe to Easy. Just pause the game and change the difficulty from there. I know nobody likes to do this, but it’s to avoid making a mistake. You’re free to upload it again once you’re done with the rope.
James Cagney
James Cagney’s early life partially explains how he ended up on Martha’s Vineyard for almost 20 years. He was born on July 17, 1899 in the Lower East Side of New York to poor parents. His father was an Irish bartender and his mother a half-Irish housewife. His childhood, he wrote, was marked by problems, illnesses and his father’s alcoholism.
“I was a city boy,” he wrote in his autobiography. “But one day my father rented an open four wheeler known as a Barouche and invited me, my mother and three brothers to the then open country that is now Flatbush for a two week visit to my great aunt’s. That vivid memory is still with me, and I can still see the giant elm tree in her front yard and the morning glory growing on the white fence. Ever since those glorious two weeks around the turn of the century, the morning glory has been my favorite flower, and with just as lasting effect, I’ve transformed myself from a city dweller to a country dweller in just a few days.”