This isn?t Call of Duty. It isn?t Battlefield or any of the other war games centered on spectacle and bombastic action. It?s a rough-around-the-edges adherence to historical accuracy, rigid to a fault, and full of its own unique charm and allure because of it. In Tannenberg you aren?t some hero or super soldier. You?re just another body in one of the many battles on the Eastern Front of WWI. Many times your death will be without note, at the hands of a stray bullet or a shooter you never saw. Guns will jam. Your long-range accuracy will be terrible, but getting in close is sure to bring a certain death. There?s no quick scoping or mad heroic dashes. No singlehandedly mowing down waves of enemy forces. It?s a rough and often frustrating depiction of the realities of trench warfare. It?s what makes Tannenberg work, and also what gives it a number of its problems. ?War is hell,? I jokingly grumbled as my wife watched my soldier collapse into the mud following the distinct crack of an authentic WWI-era weapon. I didn?t even know where the shot came from. It sparked a conversation between us about just how insane and harrowing trench warfare was. And in that respect, Tannenberg overwhelmingly succeeds. Once I turned off my ?gamer brain? that wanted fast respawns and cracking headshots, I was able to appreciate my fragility. I wasn?t important. I was another gun on a messy and imprecise battlefield. I was just as apt to fall as the guy next to me. Little I did independently helpe...