![]() That is, until you're set loose by a mysterious individual.Īrmed with only a (really huge) knife, it's time to find your teammates and escape. You're given an inoculating cocktail shot of something called ulyssium (more on this later) and other pleasant-sounding chemicals before being left to rot in a cell of a gulag. (It might be just me, but those green berets were probably a dead giveaway.) Your orders explicitly instruct you not to get caught. You are part of a special forces team sent deep into Soviet Russia to rescue a fellow operative. Reagonomics.īut for a single American commando trapped behind the Iron Curtain, the only thing that matters is a knife. Mind-scarring '80s pop-culture was on the rise. You've got your dogmatic communism butting heads with laissez-faire capitalism.
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