In other games, a flurry of bullets fells a soldier and is instantly forgotten.
Its appeal is most definitely crass but, oddly, these animations also give each enemy's death a ghoulish significance. This is not quite a complaint in the seven or eight hours of campaign I never tired of emasculating the Third Reich, one ballsack at a time. You can't accuse Rebellion of a lack of focus. That's really what people are here for, and the game delivers again and again and again, all other priorities rescinded. Eyes are unseated as their sockets are sundered, teeth spiral out of a blasted jaw and, though it's tricky to land the shot, gonads burst into a gluey-looking red spray. Nearly every killing shot in the game cuts to a slow-motion bullet camera, which peels away your victim's outer layers at the point of impact, revealing a cutaway rendering of bones and viscera which shatter and rip and pop as a half-inch of steel burrows through. Set in and around the Battle of Berlin, its largely linear levels suggest stealth is possible, but nearly always fall back to the more reliable redoubt of mass murder, letting you plug brainpans and ballsacks as the beleaguered Wehrmacht smashes itself against your defensible position.Ĭan you hear something? Oh, it's probably just my tinnitus. What Sniper Elite V2 offers is a third-person duck shoot in which the ducks are Nazis with explodable testicles. Worthy plot and character development are a distant hope. Nor is it hoping to seduce connoisseurs of shooter fare with inventive, rarefied mechanics or an elaborate arsenal. It's not looking to hook the historical re-enactment crowd with a pedantic World War 2 simulation. Sniper Elite knows its limits, by which I mean its audience.
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