Once he’d killed his alarm clock by way of a well-aimed shoe, he stumbled straight to the office, where he took all material on Gum from the desk drawer. Down the street, he purchased a bag of croissants and rolls from his baker of trust, even paying his open credit with the last change he could find in his pockets. Questioning look; Was anything about to happen? Oh, nothing out of the usual, all in a day’s work; slight wink with the left eye, doorknob, door, doorbell ringing in the lack of a proper explanation. He ate while he walked
“Of course, in return I’d may expect a few favours from you in return, sometime in the future, hm? Let’s say, for example, if I’d planned to go legit, then maybe I’d want you to affirm what a wonderful person I am in front of a court or so? And then maybe stick with me for a bit after that, just help me out a bit, y’know, the odd ends?” Gum leaned back, little rat eyes fixed on Macklin’s face, waiting for the response. This was certainly a surprising turn. Of course Macklin had material on Gum; a lot of
The problem was, he thought as the cigarette died in the ashtray, that he had attempted the same thing over and over but expected a different result each time. The desktop light flickered through the smoke onto the desk full of papers, record discs, chocolate wrappings and stacked half-cleaned bowls. A fly buzzed by his ear as he fed the typewriter with fresh paper – the freshest he could afford, anyway, which was slightly yellow repress from the printer two streets over. Business had been hard the last months, and though he’d started saving on food before paper, there was
As I walked through the doors, I was dazed by the sudden humid heat of the well-filled beer hall for a few seconds. “Mr. Wolff! Over here”, was the first thing I somewhat understood through the sound of laughing and tankards being banged on tables. In the thick smoke of cheap cigarettes, I could see some sort of shadow more solid than the others in the corner of the room, waving an arm at me. As I made my way over, the shadow melted into two people sitting on one side of a table under a small window, one chair
As the train was passing through the hills of Jiangxi, up the river valley, Ling could still not believe that he was finally going back. Staring out of the window, he thought of when he had last been here, just a few weeks after the Germans had come ashore. Now he was sitting in a German-made carriage, going over German-built railway tracks (well, paid for by German companies, but built by Chinese workers). He couldn’t complain: His sponsors had shied no expenses. He was travelling first class, the waiter had just cleared the remains of the excellent lunch from his
I’ve been away from Moscow for a long time now. When I look outside, I see snow falling; when I left, it was still summer. I guess I owe an explanation for why my trip took a little longer than anticipated. It all started the day I arrived in the village of Kachalovka.
You’ll find a lot a After Action Reports, or AARs, in forums dedicated to Paradox Interactive games. There’s a lot of variety, but most have one thing in common: They show screenshots of the actual in-game action with a little snarky commentary. Not so much “The Crown Atomic”, which starts where other Kaiserreich AARs would end: With the Canadian reconquest of Britain. Most events shown had to be custom-coded by cookfl, the creator of the AAR. The unique approach seems to have worked, as the AAR has been viewed over 900k times after two years of semi-continuous updates – about
Today had been a good day for Tom Stutzman. He and his family had worked on the farm all day, laying a new ditch and repairing some blown-over fencing. Now they were sitting on the porch, with beer and water in their hands, and looking at a day’s work in peace. The crops were good. The stairs were swept. They had to be, because otherwise they would be covered in dust.
When a player of Crusader Kings 2 recommends the game to a friend, what do you think he’ll rather talk about – game mechanics or that one time he crushed the balls of that Irish Duke after executing his entire family, but he had it coming for him because he gained carnal knowledge of the player’s wife while they were off crusading in Jerusalem? Yeah, didn’t think so. But what is it that makes Crusader Kings 2 so suited for this playstyle?
What if Germany had won World War 1? The question is easy to ask, but impossible to answer. Which is why the World of Kaiserreich is so fascinating.