MachineGames has listened to the many who found the opening hours of Wolfenstein: The New Order a chore. The first 20 minutes of Wolfenstein II: The New Colossus are ridiculous fun, a breakneck slaughter peppered with a cast of hilarious - and sinister - antagonists. From my time with the game, it seems that The New Colossus is doubling down on the sense of brutal glee so omnipresent in its predecessor.
The New Colossus opens with a badly broken BJ Blazkowicz. The grenade blast that closed The New Order has left him crippled, barely able to crawl his way to a wheelchair. And you do spend the first 20 minutes of The New Colossus in that wheelchair, desperately blasting your way through a compound full of Nazis with a machine gun that sits limply on his lap (for this reason, I didn’t get a true sense of the combat in The New Colossus as a whole, but even wheelchair-bound it feels as satisfying as it ever did.)
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The New Colossus opens with a badly broken BJ Blazkowicz. The grenade blast that closed The New Order has left him crippled, barely able to crawl his way to a wheelchair. And you do spend the first 20 minutes of The New Colossus in that wheelchair, desperately blasting your way through a compound full of Nazis with a machine gun that sits limply on his lap (for this reason, I didn’t get a true sense of the combat in The New Colossus as a whole, but even wheelchair-bound it feels as satisfying as it ever did.)
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