Soviet 1920: All My Soldiers Are Gamers

Somewhere in the mud-choked trenches of 1920, a man is fixing bayonets and bracing for close-quarters combat against walking steel coffins. But these aren't ordinary armored vehicles—they are riveted iron behemoths that stalk across no-man's-land on multiple monstrous legs, plowing through shell craters with mechanical malice. Warhammer-inspired horrors have bled into a timeline that was never meant to hold them, and history has veered into brutal, diesel-punk chaos. Caught in this bloody anarchy is Rochester, a soldier who never asked to face abominations of rivet and steam. As he scrambles for survival amid the thunder of cannons and the screech of clawed metal, he must contend with an impossible reality: the men fighting beside him are not soldiers at all, but players trapped in a game that has become all too real. For Rochester, the only question that matters is—who, or what, is piloting those iron giants bearing down on his position?