We've spent our entire childhoods fighting the Nazis. CoD, MoH, Wolfenstein.
We've played as the british, american, russian. In multiplayer we've even played as german and japanese. We've stormed Normandy a million times. And I'm bored.
So I got to thinking, what about a world war one game? Where you play as a Canadian?
Imagine it, St. Eloi, The Somme (first use of the tank), Vimy Ridge, Hill70 and Lens, Passchendaele. Those levels would be amazing.
Imagine the intro, you, a freshfaced soldier getting ready for his first time up at the front. Your Sargeant lines you up and starts to lead you from the reserve line through the communication trenches to the front line. As you march you see the bones and half hidden carcasses that poked from the trench walls, artillery fire constantly harassing you, the zing of sniper fire overhead. Your Sargeants dark humored advice droning in and out of the sounds of hell outside the safety of the trenches. Poison gas slowly creeping over the edges of the walls.
Then the levels. The pulse pounding moment you go over the wall, sprinting from crater to crater, throwing your grenades into machine gun nests before storming the enemy trenches. Gunfire and intense close quarters combat. Then when you think youve won the strongholds, the HUNS famous lightning counterattack begins and you have to set up your lewis guns and hope like hell the artillery lands on them and not you.
The oppresive environment. The sight of no mans land. Blasted earth and blasted bodies. Your comrades filled with the fatalist humor only found in a real WAR IS HELL world. The 15th Highlanders in their kilts and bagpipes, ferocious and jeering. The bravery found in farmers and teachers and students. Sacrifice of the kind you never see today.
It sounds so good in my head at least.
We've played as the british, american, russian. In multiplayer we've even played as german and japanese. We've stormed Normandy a million times. And I'm bored.
So I got to thinking, what about a world war one game? Where you play as a Canadian?
Imagine it, St. Eloi, The Somme (first use of the tank), Vimy Ridge, Hill70 and Lens, Passchendaele. Those levels would be amazing.
Imagine the intro, you, a freshfaced soldier getting ready for his first time up at the front. Your Sargeant lines you up and starts to lead you from the reserve line through the communication trenches to the front line. As you march you see the bones and half hidden carcasses that poked from the trench walls, artillery fire constantly harassing you, the zing of sniper fire overhead. Your Sargeants dark humored advice droning in and out of the sounds of hell outside the safety of the trenches. Poison gas slowly creeping over the edges of the walls.
Then the levels. The pulse pounding moment you go over the wall, sprinting from crater to crater, throwing your grenades into machine gun nests before storming the enemy trenches. Gunfire and intense close quarters combat. Then when you think youve won the strongholds, the HUNS famous lightning counterattack begins and you have to set up your lewis guns and hope like hell the artillery lands on them and not you.
The oppresive environment. The sight of no mans land. Blasted earth and blasted bodies. Your comrades filled with the fatalist humor only found in a real WAR IS HELL world. The 15th Highlanders in their kilts and bagpipes, ferocious and jeering. The bravery found in farmers and teachers and students. Sacrifice of the kind you never see today.
It sounds so good in my head at least.
