I’m the kind of person who gets a little bit uncomfortable about Horrible Histories making light of cruelty and death, so robo-Nazi shooting combined with inner monologues about the horror of war, and FPS concentration camps seemed like a recipe for something that was grotesque in all the wrong ways. But I mostly loved it and I really didn't expect to.īefore I played it, I fully expected to find the whole thing a bit offensive for my tastes. That is one long damn game.Īdam: It is a long game, certainly by modern FPS standards, and I have to admit it became a bit of a slog by the end. Manage cookie settingsĪlec: I'll bet it really was a week. To see this content please enable targeting cookies.
Merely a Springtime for Hitler.Īdam: See, even Merry Christmas sounds like a threat after a week of Nazi killing. But there is no Merry Christmas to be found in Wolfenstein: The New Order. But it's a German word that I happen to know, and it was sometimes written on the walls of Castle Wolfenstein, I believe.Īlec: Fröhliche Weihnachten is the limits of my knowledge. As their miserable existences might end at any second, they did not even try to avoid massive spoilers.Īdam: Verboten! That doesn't make sense. A videogame named ' Wolfenstein: The New Order.' Perhaps discussing it would remind them of better times. A videogame about fighting Nazis, and Nazi dogs, and robot Nazi dogs. While they waited for salvation that would never come, they cast their minds back to a videogame they once played. If only some lost hero could arise and save them from this terror. In a bunker deep beneath the blighted surface of The United Blokes Of Great Britain For 100% British Blokes Only, at the halfway point between Brighton and Manchester, Alec and Adam shelter from Farage's dread Lager Sentinels and think of an alternate reality where Osborne hadn't privatised oxygen to the highest bidder at Bilderberg and Milliband hadn't ordered that we all eat bacon sandwiches via our ears.
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