I was only 2-years-old when the Soviet bear was mortally wounded by the twin guns of economic collapse and Rocky IV. I never knew the fear of Reagan-era Mutually Assured Destruction, nor the megalomaniacal American pride at watching Soviet teens fight over a pair of Levis.
Maybe that’s for the best. I don’t think my fragile constitution could have survived the economic turmoil and relentless foreign warfare of the period. Instead I’ll absorb my Soviet kitsch the way Lenin intended: The first gameplay trailer for Stalin Vs. Martians.
Even forgetting that the game is described as a player-friendly, arcade-style strategy game, the title alone makes it worth a purchase when it debuts next month. The ironically awesome dancing girl and song (that will be stuck in my brain until I splatter my head all over my bedroom wall) are just nice bonuses.
(Post Script: I highly recommend you have a look at the game’s website, if only for the description of Stalin himself.)
Have you forgotten that Soviet-era Russia created one of the greatest video games ever made?
And I don’t mean Robotron 2084.
I probably did Grandpa. I’m only like 12 years old.
OH WAIT! Tetris! Fine, but Tetris didn’t have a dancing girl.
Reagan era mutually assured destruction was nothing. Being eight years old during the Cuban Missile Crisis… that was scary.
The Cuban Missile Crisis, that was a walk in the park. Try being seven years old during the Teapot Dome Scandal.
You kids have it easy. Try dealing with Mongol Hoards invading your country when you were 7 and then we can talk.
I find it weird that the author is that much younger than me. On an unrelated note, I hate when people younger than me say something like, “I remember Journey! I loved them!” If they remembered Journey, they’d remember Journey sucks. VH1’s victims of institutionalized nostalgia.
For what it’s worth Goon, I don’t remember Journey, but still agree that they suck all kinds of ass.
Something something something teapot dome cozy scandal something me too.