So there I was, fighting the gritty war for the Fuhrer (I'd decided to switch allegiances because the war cries were more amusing), sneaking around a railway yard trying to get a bead on the enemy. My stories are several and varied, but obviously I'd rather talk about the ones where I was a success rather than that one where I walked up the stairs, turned inside a doorway, instinctively shot one of my snipers in the back of the head and then bounced a grenade into my own face to celebrate. Unless you're playing it in East Croydon station, obviously, in which case it's only a matter of time. The good thing being, of course, that nobody has to die for it. Following a tolerable pock- and occasionally spack-marked period of adjustment, Day of Defeat: Source is a delightful memory machine, rumbling along and preparing to catapult you to glorious victory or heartbreaking defeat. But, I thought to myself, perhaps a little cynically?Īs it turns out, he couldn't have been more right. "Ah, you just need a couple of war stories for that," he said, truthfully. Speaking of lovely places where shootings happen, I was in Croydon on Saturday and found myself talking to a friend from one of those paper magazine things about this here review. Ah, the ruined landscape of wartorn France.
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