When it comes to Nazis, we take the Blues Brothers’ approach – we
hate them.
Our hatred isn’t limited to the Illinois variety,
however, as we’re equal opportunity despisers – we loathe the whole
fucking lot of them.
Now that we’ve likely signed our death
warrant, we’ll quickly jot out our thoughts on the latest
reinvention of FPS originator (or one of them), Wolfenstein.
The New Order offered a fine time, The Old Blood
had us seeing red in all the right ways and this one? It’s just as
great.
After a spot of reminiscing – which, naturally,
doubles as an introduction to where we’re at if players missed
TNO – it doesn’t take long to get into the action with BJ
Blazkowicz, wheelchair style. It also doesn’t take long for challenge
to enter the fray, with mini-boss super-soldiers even providing
decent challenge on slower skill levels. Either that or we totally
suck at FPS games, which is highly likely.
In case
you’re wondering, the 1960s still sees the world controlled by the
Nazis, and it’s up to BJ (aka you) as a Resistance member to recruit your
arse off in hopes of finally bringing down the bastard regime and
restoring liberty, starting with the good ol’ U S of A. Yes, it’s
all in the name of liberty... and the story hinges around a binary
choice that you make at the commencement of hostilities. It also has
the odd echo of scarily current real-life events, but we’ll likely
get ourselves into even more shit if we continue to go there.
You’ll roll, run, jump, swim, and utilise everything from melee
skills through to single or dual wielding an increasingly powerful
arsenal of customisable weaponry. Sweet! You can go for stealth, but
where’s the fun in that?
As well as spreading butter smooth
gameplay, Wolfy II doesn’t skimp on the dressing. Camper
than a dib-dib-dib-dob-dob-dob revolution at times, it somehow melds
borderline silliness with WTF? moments and high drama and pulls it
off – looking an absolute treat all the while. There are also a few cool
bonus bits that we won’t spoil.
