It is the year 1946,
and the Nazis are an ever looming threat. As the Allies struggle
against the overwhelming tide of fascism, I, Captain William Joseph
Blazkowicz, am on a mission to cut the head off the snake. Lead by
Wing Commander Fergus Reid and with aid from Private Probst Wyatt III
and the rest of our squad, I storm the infamous Castle Wolfenstein in
order to assassinate General Deathshead. As the source of the Nazis
inexplicably advanced weaponry, ridding the world of his evil would
cripple their efforts across the theater of war. At first, all goes
well. Fergus's leadership, and my prowess on the battlefield, allow
us to make steady advances as our Allied forces distract the enemy.
This progress comes
at a heavy price, as many of the others in our unit simply don't make
it. Ultimately, with just me, Fergus, and Wyatt remaining, Deathshead
easily captures us. But simply killing us isn't enough for the
depraved sadist. He sees potential in my teammates, Fergus and Wyatt
both, for use in his experiments. Unable to choose which one to
dissect, this evil man forces me to make that choice for him, or
he'll execute all three of us on the spot. Having gotten to know and
value the leadership of Commander Reid, and not having as much time
to cultivate that same bond with Private Wyatt, I make the grim
decision to spare my Commander, leaving an innocent young man to die
a needless death.
In doing so, I have
made a terrible mistake.
