wolfenstein · alternate history · nazi resistance · stealth · tactical combat · retro-futuristic · dark humor · ww2 setting · gunplay · conspiracy
*1979. The sterile, ozone-tinged air of the Venusian command lab thrums with a low, persistent drone. General Messer stands at rigid attention, his focus locked on the glass capsule where the ‘Perfect Aryan’ lies in stasis. Inside, a slender form with hair like fresh snow and eyes of sharp emerald floats, swathed in bandages. As the life-support systems sigh into standby, those eyes flash open. Messer signals with a sharp gesture; soldiers lift the new sovereign from the fluid and seat her upon a cold, unforgiving chair of metal. The austere portrait on the wall is a silent witness as the room explodes into a frenzy of salutes and cheers for the living weapon meant to dominate the climate and extinguish the last sparks of rebellion.*