You won’t sleep and you’ll just feel like garbage all night long.” “I just want to go to sleep,” I say, starting to rise and head to the bedroom. We’re about to hit the worst part of The New Order: a one hour section that has you navigating sewers and train tracks. I reload the pistol and step into the next room.Īt this point, I’m halfway through the game. I walk over to the man writhing on the ground. I think of the legions of men born and unborn who won’t cry because their fathers inadvertently teach them that it’s something to be ashamed of. I wonder if that’s why I don’t do it much, the crying. It ranks among the most disturbing things I’ve ever witnessed in my life. I slide beneath the hail of bullets and fire a pistol round through his belly. A Nazi I ran past peeks around the door and fires at me. “If you’re gonna be that way, be that way then. “Your mouth is doing that twitching thing.
The body falls and hits the floor with a satisfying thud. I blast a Nazi in the face with a shotgun. Did you really love her or was it one of those deals where the world was a scary place and the two of you just sort of fell into each other?” “Why her?” I ask him as I throw a knife into the neck of some guard. He dreams of a quiet life with the person he loves. As the group plans to take back the world, BJ Blazcowicz dreams of a patio. They eventually meet up with the resistance base buried in the heart of Berlin. He and Anya drive to see her grandparents. He slays them all like some modern, bloody Beowulf. The Nazis have invaded the asylum where he’s been kept, killing the family of the woman who’s taken care of him, Anya. These aren’t lies but they aren’t the whole truth.īJ Blazcowicz wakes up from his coma. I like that it tells a great story in a genre that rarely tells a competent one, I explain. Every corridor, every secret, how many enemies are in every room, how the key to defeating everyone lies in mastering both sliding and gunning at the same time. I know every level of Wolfenstein: The New Order as well as I know my childhood home. He pushes the small glass of bourbon away from me. “I always forget how good that first level is,” I tell BJ once we hit a loading screen. Most of the people he loves are dead.īJ Blazkowicz failed and it cost the world.
When he wakes up, the Nazis have won the war and rule the planet. Deathshead, who is essentially every Nazi goon you’ve ever seen chopped up and strung together to create an impossibly evil Frankenstein’s monster of Nazi goons.īJ manages to escape the castle, but not without sustaining an injury to the head that leaves him out of commission for years. Misfortune and a couple of bad moves leave him at the mercy of his arch-nemesis, Dr. He finds his target, but the battle doesn’t go his way. He is, as he says, here to settle a score with an old friend and end the war. “Well,” he says, looking at me, imaginary eyebrow on an imaginary body cocked.īJ Blazkowicz, impossibly strong and noble, dips beneath the surface of the water as gunfire from Castle Wolfenstein cuts through the waves, tearing his comrades to pieces. I select Wolfenstein: The New Order on the dashboard. “But you’re going to.” He puts the controller in my hand. I reach for my drink when I hear that familiar voice: Again? BJ Blazkowicz, massive as a mountain, says while standing over me, the disappointment in his voice clear and resonant as bell chimes. When I’m angry or upset, I often focus my attention on something so my anxiety doesn’t overtake me. Instead, I lay on the floor staring at a little black spot in the ceiling that has been there since I moved in. Let's revise: It's been a blindingly bad week, the kind where you fall into a tizzy of rage and want to call up everyone who’s ever done you wrong and hold them accountable for it all because beneath your kind smile you’re actually holding two decades of pettiness and rage hostage. Major Spoilers for Wolfenstein: The New Order.
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