
One of the many reasons I play video games is not only because I can shoot Nazis, but the blast from my rifle shoves an occassional Kraut through solid wood fences in the French countryside. Where's your Furher now, eh Fritz? Huh? Ya dirty Hun bastage?! Nazis, I hate these guys.
The few minor and sometimes weird graphic annomolies aside, the Brothers in Arms series is, without a doubt the best WWII squad based first person shooter I have ever played. I finished the BiA: Earned in Blood expansion the other night and I am now replaying it on a much harder difficulty setting.
This photo reminds me of my time in the great war. Now, my story begins in nineteen-dickety-two. We had to say "dickety" 'cause that Kaiser had stolen our word "twenty". I chased that rascal to get it back, but gave up after dickety-six miles...
Ah... Don't sink I don't zee you over ze fence, Villiam... I zee you... Heh, heh! I am aiming mit mein Schmeisser at you, schweinhund..
ACH! Vy am I being stuck in ze fence? You are ze son of beetch, Villiam! You shot me in ze face!
Peace, out.
Fritz
Hey Fritz, I got something for ya! Come and say hello to my little friend, ya hun bastage! Big bada boom!
Posted by: Will Burnham on October 27, 2005 07:18 PM