Soviet Union, 1920: All My Soldiers Are Players

(Contains Warhammer-style elements, but this is not an orthodox historical novel) In the trenches, bayonet-fighting with a tin can. Can someone tell Rochester what the hell those “cans” are, with their riveted steel shells and many-legged frames, charging around the craters? And who are these soldiers beside me, wearing crude power armor? What do you mean there are demons in this world, and soldiers can be corrupted? This world may be full of dangers: trench crusaders, priestly legions, the westward-expansion Waaagh, Warp demons, and countless calamities! But it’s not a problem. Rochester has unlocked the admin privileges and summoned the Fourth Calamity to work for him. The Army of Benevolence on the left, the Army of Righteousness on the right, a power hammer in one hand and a cross in the other. “Let war begin! Let the Four Islands boil, let the White Eagle fall, let the demons from hell perish, and let every monster and fiend crawl back where it came from. Until our very last drop of blood is spent, I will see this world liberated once more!”