2014's Wolfenstein: The New Order was a tour de force showcase of exactly what the new generation of consoles could do. The game was a hyper-slick shooter with excellent mechanics, an insane alternate history story (Nazi's win WW2, take over the world, possess huge robots, you know the drill) and some of the most satisfying shooting action this side of Call Of Duty. In this incarnation, B.J. Blaskowicz was reimagined as a slightly more complicated and emotional wall of walking muscle and unlike previous games in the franchise, was given a love interest in the Polish nurse, Anya. Cue lingering looks, awkward dialogue sequences as B.J. internalises his emotions into monologues that Max Payne would cringe at, until about a third of the way into the game when Anya makes a move and the player is given what can only be the most unflattering sex scene ever written into a game. There's something about B.J. and Anya's cold dead stare into each other's eyes that kinda takes the shine off, let alone the fact that they're rutting on a table in an underground bunker. Where's the romance these days? http://youtu.be/SxamOgzqqrk?t=19m23s