He scoffs, in part, because – as the game's hero – he's better, smarter and stronger than the entire military might of the Third Reich. Let us call him, for argument's sake, Jimmy Patterson. Most often his angel of death is a lone American commando, a man trained since birth for this battle and this battle alone, a man who scoffs at the odds stacked against him.
Or is stabbed or strangled or blown up and scattered to the wind like straw. He fizzes into being, examines his uniform, wonders perhaps why he is holding a rifle and what exactly he is fighting for and, within seconds, takes a bullet in the head. He is born into this world only to be killed moments later, a newborn convert of a hateful ideology. Take a moment to pity the video-game Nazi, for his life is nasty, brutish and short.
0 kommentar(er)
