"A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame is imprisoned lightning, and her name...Mother of Exiles. Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free. The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, the tempest-tost--to me.

Titanic monuments of limestone and concrete tower across a skyline conglomerated and oppressed by a fascist state; aching in place, desperate to be freed from the control of power. Massive facilities imbued with technological decor and futuristic design clash against human intuition and knowledge. Inhuman creatures scream whilst the prison of their forbidden flesh embeds itself deeper into their ego, breaking natural law.

Wolfenstein: The New Order hums and whirs through vignettes warning of fascist and imperialist states, projecting a future of homogeneity and unavoidable violence. Each singular level provides additional introspection to a world that can only be described as catastrophically horrifying. Many pieces of alt-history media struggle to genuinely elucidate possible changes in the timeline, oftentimes just "flipping" the script and performing a role reversal. Wolfenstein does anything but--in just fourteen years, the Nazis have managed to alter the state of human civilization as a whole, eradicating any trace or semblance of individualism or humanity. All odds are stacked against a ragtag group of deviant individuals, all deformed or "imperfect" in the face of the Nazi ideology.

Revolution is born out of the ashes of oppression--gusty bravado pierces through the armor of Nazi soldiers and supersoldaten in the form of bullets and lazers, making the world a more human place one cold body at a time. Yearning, hesitant strings pluck throughout the background, providing warmth to a cold and disconnected dystopia. This is a world where hope and happiness should be absent--and indeed they are--but these deviant, radical insurgency cells provide a degree of hope and optimism to a world shuttered by hatred and violence.