If ever there was impetus for would-be armchair politicians to jump into heady strategies, it would be the election of one Donny John T. Anyone, it seems, can have a crack in the modern era. Along comes Realpolitiks, a modern day grand simulation of boat-rocking and saber-rattling, to provide a slightly safer environment to test out your acumen as a global leader. Tremendous potential, folks. Tremendous potential. Believe me.
Captain W. E. Johns returned to consult on Battlefield 1 and those sales figures don’t lie. The Titans are indeed falling. We’re being called to duty for our three-hundred and fifty-third tour, a veritable Flashpoint Contiki of hyperbolic bang-bang-back-on-the-bus. Hazarding a guess, the NATO armour rating for this current season of military-themed action fare would be a solid five. Nigh impenetrable. Allow me to crank Wagner and see if Jetcat Games can’t pierce the holiday season with their brand of rotorcraft multiplayer.
Reverse off the sealed road, maintaining careful control of the Palfinger crane to avoid inconvenient jack-knifing. Park between the felled logs, stripped and segmented by the now-silent Sampo Rosenlew HR46, logging head taut from its articulated boom. Clamber aboard the sufficiently-sized trailer and drop the support jacks. Power up the claw, acclimate to the controls that differentiate clamp rotation to grip and extension. Begin to select trunks from the strewn lumber and manoeuvre them onto the bed. Lose an entire evening.