It dawns on me-I need to find the enemy James, the guys who canвЂ™t shoot, their go-to supply kings, and feed them to the ground. They had defenses everywhere, so to get anything done, weвЂ™d need to cut off the head of the snake. After visiting the frontline again, this time as a passenger in a tank with one of the Foxhole developers-tanks are new, by the way-our tour over the contested bridge and into enemy territory is a short one, punctuated by shelling enemy soldiers into goofy, horrific ragdoll confetti and the quick realization that we wouldnвЂ™t win the war overnight. I donвЂ™t feel part of a moral cause, mind you. I try to shoot the other men, but itвЂ™s hard to get a sense of precision and impact when you and the enemy characters are so damn small and all you have is a white line and a cursor, with a range limited by the isometric camera. Most firefights end with me on the ground accompanied by a stream of confusion from team chat asking questions about my intent and why IвЂ™m such a fool. ItвЂ™s an ambitious, exhausting game whose scope will excite as many players as it will bore to death. More importantly, every FOB needs a steady stream of вЂsuppliesвЂ™, a resource spent to spawn soldiers on location as opposed to minutes away at home base. With up to 120 people on the same RTS-like map that takes 10 minutes to sprint across, losing ground is easy unless your team is working together to manufacture foxholes, trucks, razor wire, tanks, guns, walls, and sandbags to keep everyone alive and push into enemy territory. Set in an alternate timeline around the Great Wars, Foxhole pits two teams against one another in campaigns of attrition that can last anywhere between four hours and four days, roughly.

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