This is the level that we're given hands-on time with, and it proves incredibly enjoyable. You won't be powerless for too long, of course, which brings us back to BJ's incursion into the London Nautica. Most notably, it's a scene that leaves you feeling utterly powerless and vulnerable, an all-too-rare feat in the bullish FPS genre. MachineGames uses the scene to show off its eye for detail - the coffee sloshes about in the cups as you move - and also its knack for first-person storytelling. It's a ridiculously camp scene, with kinky Nazi stereotypes right out of 'Allo 'Allo - but it's also surprisingly tense, deliberately echoing the bar scene from Tarantino's Inglourious Basterds for the persistent fear that something horrible is about to happen.

She insists you join her, and proceeds to taunt and torment you with a psychological test designed to prove if you're a 'true Aryan'. You're wielding a tray of coffee rather than a shotgun when you get waylaid by the sinister Frau Echer and her creepy boy-toy companion Bubi. In this scene, BJ is undercover on a train headed to Berlin. The game's story revolves around the mystery of how the Nazis got hold of such advanced weaponry.īy way of example, creative director Jens Matthies and senior gameplay designer Andreas Ojefors walk us through a very different section of the game. Those were both games that managed to be more than just shooters, using their first-person perspective in interesting dramatic ways, and it seems that Wolfenstein will benefit from that same approach. Now the series finds itself in the hands of Swedish studio MachineGames, founded by former Starbreeze staffers with experience on titles like The Chronicles of Riddick and The Darkness. Once the very fountainhead of the first-person shooter genre, it found itself left behind in this console generation, with only Activision's poorly received 2009 reboot to fly the franchise flag. Wolfenstein, it's fair to say, has had a rocky road back to relevance. Thankfully, BJ gets to work through his anger by shooting lots of Nazis in the face, and we get to help him. This throwaway moment comes as I'm exploring the London Nautica, an enormous and grotesque monument to Aryan supremacy erected right in the middle of our fair capital, now a grey and desolate maze of checkpoints and ghettos. Hence BJ's pithy outburst directed at an otherwise innocent celestial body. And if that wasn't bad enough, it turns out they put a Nazi on the moon.

Having been in a coma for 15 years, he's woken up in 1960 to discover Germany won the war.

Wolfenstein the new order train test