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			POSTED 
			31/5/14
 
  WOLFENSTEIN: THE NEW ORDER
 
 Bethesda
 
 
        
 
  
			 
			
			KISS. 
			Iron Maiden. Wu-Tang Clan. Slayer. Aerosmith. Journey. Mötlëÿ Crüë 
			(we must have nailed the umlauts somewhere there). Frankie Goes to 
			Hollywood.
 All bands who have games. Now, finally, 
			Manchester’s greatest join their esteemed company...
 
 Except 
			they don’t, for, of course, Wolfenstein: The New Order has 
			zilcho whatsoever to do with New Order other than reminding us how 
			utterly dodgy their name is. Instead, it’s a now-generation take on 
			what was essentially the originator of first-person shooters as we 
			know them.
 
 After an introductory setty-uppy trundle, TNO 
			camps out in a disturbing alternate 1960s where the Nazis won WWII, 
			and set about Nazifying everything. Resistance? It’s futile, you’ll 
			be locked away, or chucked in an asylum. The latter is where we find 
			1860s BJ Blazkowicz suffering confusion... briefly. He’s soon 
			plucking weapons from everywhere and getting brutal on Nazi vermin. 
			Via you – and fuck it’s fun!
 
 It’s the eminently killable 
			foes, and touches like dogs being robots – as even real Nazi pooches 
			didn’t have any say in their recruitment, so they scarcely deserved 
			to be pounded with more artillery than Arnie’s ever fired.
 
 Yep, easily flipped-on-the-fly weapons abound. One-handed, 
			two-handed, chuckable, stabby-stabby, ones that deliver shell shock 
			and ones that make earth-shattering kabooms. Bullets and such to 
			insert within them proliferate, especially from corpsed-up Nazis.
 
 You’ll collect more than weapons and power-ups, with various 
			puzzle chunks, newspapers, Easter eggies and such strewn about. 
			These are attached to the most emotionally-engaging story we’ve ever 
			encountered in such a game, to the point where even impatient us 
			welcomed cutscenes for the very human saga that gradually unfolded.
 
 We don’t usually dig the FPS thing, but Wolfenstein: The New 
			Order has changed that. So, suffering a blue Monday? Give in to 
			temptation, run wild, have a fine time on a vicious streak and hurt 
			a procession of low-life Third Reich dickheads until they’re evil 
			dust!
 
 
     
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