But a team-based WWII sim laced with shots of smooth arcadeyness, one in which you respawn every time your body is separated from your limbs feels a little, well, wrong. Six-headed alien invaders from the planet Kthragrok I can handle, and fictitious battles against terrorist factions aren’t a problem. It’s always hard reviewing games based on events as horrendous as WWII. And this one is no exception, though it does have a fair old go. And because no game, no matter how much it tries will ever replicate the true horrors of war. Why? Because this is a computer game, that’s why. And I know I’ll die a hundred times more before the day is out. But I'm still alive, fighting the fight, taking it to the enemy. Turns normal, civil, peace-loving people into rabid dogs of war. Instead, my one meeting with Shultz ended in him performing a crude form of surgery on my intestines with a rusty standardissue German army knife. Perhaps we’d sit in the late afternoon sun over a couple of Bavarian beers, him slapping his lederhosened leg in hilarity as I regaled him with a barrage of anecdotes about 'ze braykeeng of ze vind'.
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Maybe we would even have been friends - me a jolly backpacker looking for tales to tell the boys back home (Porky, Dorky, Spot, Capper, Mapper, Dick and Spud - great guys), him a rosy-faced local of a town I’d be passing through.
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Had this not been 1942, and had we not been fighting in one of the bloodiest conflicts in mankind’s history, then perhaps things would have been different.
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Rudolph Shultz to give him his full name, a porky butcher’s shop owner from the south side of Berlin. This morning I was killed by a man called Shultz.