We spent some time with Wolfenstein - which I can't help but pronounce voolfenshteen - cataloguing a portion of our conversation in strip form. It has not managed to burrow through our chests and and plant its shivering ova in our soft tissue, at least not yet - I haven't been able to figure out if the new Voolfenshteen is a reliquary packed with outmoded shooter tropes or an act of intentional deference to the classics.
