I can't believe we live in an era where Nazis are bad and should die is a controversial statement.

The FPS genre in particular has long-been a safe space for 13-year-old-future-/pol/-manchildren to say shit. To fully address the problem, games like TF2 would have to make a hard line in the sand instead of just kicking/reporting, and that would probably be bad for business. Wolfie ain't multiplayer, but I guess it attracts aforementioned shitheads who think all games from a gun's perspective are inherently neutral :/

You can always uh skip it

I'd say it's more Quintin Tarantino circa 2009, or whenever Inglorious Basterds came out. The Hitler in that film was younger and if anything behaved more outrageously and childish than he does here. Then, BJ's "accent" is pretty similar to Brad Pitt's incredibly anglophilic "Bon-journo". I mean, it's a game so I don't expect Lena Wertmeuller reference or anything..

Dunt look like you can skip it. Looks like you have to suffer through the tired dialog to answer dumb questions

It like SNL in that it relentlessly hammers a dumb idea into the ground. Yeah we get it hitlers a weak crazy asshole that hates jews. I want to fight badaasses not a garfield comic strip

I'd fight the shit out of a Garfield strip.

Shit. Me too

Cutscenes like this normally don't prompt you to skip them unless you hit a button out of frustration. If you can't skip the cutscenes in this game, I'll owe you a CryptoCoke

"Of Cutscenes And Papercuts"

Probably because in the clip crazy ol' Hitler accuses one of the actors of being a jew and as a defense the actor replies that he is from Arizona. Hitler then shoots him repeatedly. I thought it was kind of funny, but I would never expect someone from AZ to have a sense of humor about AZ.

I know it’s a joke, but it’s the only good comment on YouTube

HALT!

KOMMEN SIE!

AUSWEIS!

HEIL!

Ein Apfel Zewi? Unerfullbar!

C-64, Apple Pleb!

If it does, then this machine kills fascists.

holy shit, this is some safe money. GET THAT TO AN AGENT!!

Great, Now I have an image of Nazi-Hunter Simon Wiesenthal walking around some Japanese woods asking about the Loch Ness Monster.

The sasquatch sat in a dark, smokey corner of the cafe. Weisenthal sat nonchalantly at the table, as though he'd been invited. It was a dangerous gambit. Though the Yeti had sided with the Finns through much of the war, the Canadian cryptid forces were far more jealous of their secrets.

"I know who you seek," the creature rasped from behind his copy of , "But you are watched from the shadows even now. You will never find Herr Goering without help."

Weisnthal leaned back, taking a slow drag from his cigarette. The news didn't surprise him, but confirmed his fears. The trail had been cold since Katmandu. Paris was a last-ditch effort to pick up something, some lead that would link the atrocities in the Warsaw ghetto to the engineer of the Third Reich's "Folk Legion" of shadowed horrors.

"Where do you think I can find that kind of help," he asked, maintaining disinterest of a cat. "How much would it cost."

The creature shifted, lowering his paper. "We are Shabbas goy, but consider it our mitzvah to assist you. We too, know what it means to be the hunted hunter..."

*****

Ninehells, I need this

Phoenix Wright and The Holocaust Incident