Boltgun is the first truly exceptional Warhammer 40,000 game since Dawn of War 19 years ago. An intense, retro-themed FPS, Boltgun casts you as a nameless, faceless Ultramarine: a violently hateful gorilla with the brain of a 14-year-old, let loose on the traitorous Black Legion and their daemons. For the uninitiated, what separates Space Marines from the average gym goer is the ten tons of nuclear-powered armor they’re entombed within.
Walking is a bit sluggish, but turn on auto-run in the accessibility menu and your soldier, the Sternguard Veteran, becomes a bounding hulk of metal and flesh, a bunnyhopping tornado of pure carnage and zealotry. It’s one of the few instances where a licensed game appropriately conveys the overwhelming power of a single Space Marine. As both a 40K fan with a love of the older source material and boomer shooter veteran, I was thrilled to find that excels as a tribute to the insanity of, and .
