Wolfenstein 2 The New Colossus -
He kicked off the wall just as the timer hit zero. The explosion wasn't a bang; it was a silent, crushing implosion that folded the spire in on itself.
B.J. plummeted through the clouds, the wind roaring in his ears. For a second, looking down at the scarred earth of America, he saw it not as it was, but as it could be. Then, his parachute jerked open, and the long walk back to the fire began. Wolfenstein 2 The New Colossus
The world turned inside out. Gravity flickered. B.J. felt his feet leave the floor as the room began to pull itself toward the orb. He grabbed a railing, his metal fingers denting the steel. With his free hand, he pulled a pack of explosives from his rig and jammed them into the orb’s housing. He kicked off the wall just as the timer hit zero
"Not a ghost," B.J. grunted, the violet light reflecting in his blue eyes. "A nightmare." plummeted through the clouds, the wind roaring in his ears
Hours later, the world was a blur of freezing wind and steel. B.J. didn't use the front door; he dropped from a stolen jump-jet, crashing through the skylight of the research spire. He landed in a crouch, the glass shattering like diamonds around his heavy boots.
He reached the core chamber, where a pulsing violet orb hovered, distorting the very air. A high-ranking Kommandant sneered from a shielded balcony. "You are a relic, Blazkowicz! A ghost haunting a world that has moved on!"
He kicked off the wall just as the timer hit zero. The explosion wasn't a bang; it was a silent, crushing implosion that folded the spire in on itself.
B.J. plummeted through the clouds, the wind roaring in his ears. For a second, looking down at the scarred earth of America, he saw it not as it was, but as it could be. Then, his parachute jerked open, and the long walk back to the fire began.
The world turned inside out. Gravity flickered. B.J. felt his feet leave the floor as the room began to pull itself toward the orb. He grabbed a railing, his metal fingers denting the steel. With his free hand, he pulled a pack of explosives from his rig and jammed them into the orb’s housing.
"Not a ghost," B.J. grunted, the violet light reflecting in his blue eyes. "A nightmare."
Hours later, the world was a blur of freezing wind and steel. B.J. didn't use the front door; he dropped from a stolen jump-jet, crashing through the skylight of the research spire. He landed in a crouch, the glass shattering like diamonds around his heavy boots.
He reached the core chamber, where a pulsing violet orb hovered, distorting the very air. A high-ranking Kommandant sneered from a shielded balcony. "You are a relic, Blazkowicz! A ghost haunting a world that has moved on!"