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Less Than 60 Miles – Strategic Withdrawal


At 20190904 1109ZT SACEUR ordered a strategic withdrawal due to reserves and ammunition shortage. Details follow.

  • Areas affected are Europe, Asia, Canada and Australia.
  • Continental US should be able to continue fighting for a limited period of time.
  • The last European Less Than 60 Miles copies will be available to the fastest guns at Open Jeux d’Histoire 2019 – Paris.
  • The last 12 existing 1985:Under An Iron Sky copies will be available for buying at OPJH 2019.
  • We will also present the upcoming 1985: Deadly Northern Lights.


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Paris Is Burning

I’m happy to announce that Thin Red Line Games will attend the Paris Historical Game Convention, September 27 to 29.

We’ll bring the LAST EXISTING 1985:Under an Iron Sky copies (not sure how many yet), the remaining European Less Than 60 Miles copies (maybe 20), and some preview of our third game……1985: Deadly Northern Lights (concept art here below)!

Open de Paris des Jeux d’Historie 2019

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1985: Under an Iron Sky – This Is The End.

As already announced a few days ago, the dramatic events of the last few weeks are coming to an end. Talks for a ceasefire are now taking place in Belgrade, with both sides throwing in the last reserves to gain a tactical advantage on the negotiating table.

Whatever the result of these bitter diplomatic talks, Europe and the World will never be the same. For the third time during this century, European cities are in ruins and tens of thousands lives have been sacrificed on the altar of ideological conflict.

As a privileged witness of these historical events, I think my last duty is to report the key passages of World War Three and thank all the people who helped us during these extraordinary and dramatic circumstances.

September, 1 2017: “1985: Under an Iron Sky” Announced


February, 14 2018: DEFCON 3 and Production Print Started

March, 10 2018: DEFCON 2 – Production Print Completed

April, 07 2018: Official Presentation at Modena Play


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1985: Under an Iron Sky – Players’ Gallery

Since this project started, I’ve been planning to publish a gallery of photos taken by 1985: Under an Iron Sky owners.
Well, here it is! In no particular order, all the snapshots I’ve collected and received during these months.

Hong Kong owner

Size Matters (1) – By Martin Hogan

Size Matters (2) – By Martin Hogan

The Throne – By Matt Ward

“Mind the Gap” Scenario – By Treb Courie

Just Arrived – by US owner

Gamer’s Hard Life – By Andre Mozzati

Unboxing – by Andrea Garello


“Forward, Comrades!” Campaign on Vassal – By Big Board Gaming

Hiding in Plain View – By Ben Moyer

“Checkpoint Charlie” Scenario (1) – By Big BoardGaming

“Checkpoint Charlie” Scenario (2) – By Big BoardGaming

“Forward, Comrades!” Campaign – By Dan Calaway

Unboxing – By Fred Schwarz

“A Damned Nice Thing” Scenario – By John Rainey

“Mind the Gap” Scenario (prewar 1) – By Keith Bocus

“Mind the Gap” Scenario (prewar 2) – By Keith Bocus

“Mind the Gap” Scenario (prewar 3) – By Keith Bocus

“Mind the Gap” Scenario (1) – By Keith Bocus

“Mind the Gap” Scenario (2) – By Keith Bocus

“Mind the Gap” Scenario (3) – By Keith Bocus

“Forward, Comrades!” Campaign – By Kev Sharp

“Checkpoint Charlie” Scenario (1) – By Lars Wisttedt

“Checkpoint Charlie” Scenario (2) – By Lars Wisttedt

“Checkpoint Charlie” Scenario (3) – By Lars Wisttedt

“Mind the Gap” Scenario (2) – By Mark Mathews

“Mind the Gap” Scenario (1) – By Mark Mathews

“Checkpoint Charlie” Scenario – By Mauro Tunesi

No Vodka Here – By Paul Curlin

“Checkpoint Charlie” Scenario – By Philip Nielsen

San Diego Historical Games Convention

Best Order Ever – By NATO SHAPE HQ

“Mind The Gap” Scenario (1) – By Swiss Wargamers

“Mind The Gap” Scenario (2) – By Swiss Wargamers

“Mind The Gap” Scenario (3) – By Swiss Wargamers

“Mind The Gap” Scenario (4) – By Swiss Wargamers

“Mind The Gap” Scenario (5) – By Swiss Wargamers

Tim Alanthwaite

With our best enemy – By Wargame HQ

Unboxing – By Dow Jones

Tonight’s forecast for Nishinomiya, Japan: Overcast – By Pat Hirtle

Big Box! – by Bill Lawson

WAR IS HERE – By Carlos Vásquez Ojeda

Speeding up Counters’ Clipping – By Ulf Krahn

Arrived in Lincolnshire – by Karl Bown

And so it begins – by Neal Baedke

Complete Collection – by Scott Udel

“A Damned Nice Thing” – by ESP NMR at SHAPE

“A Damned Nice Thing” – by ESP NMR at SHAPE

A Damned Nice Thing – by Geoffrey Phipps

Forward, Comrades! – by Tim Wilson

A Damned Nice Thing – by BottosCon 2018

Vertical Campaign – by Mathew Hinkle

“1985: Under an Iron Sky” team

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September 14, 1985: All Comrades Are Born Equal

Another chapter in the increasingly creepy saga of KGB Colonel Fabrizio Leonidovich Vianello, brought to you by Grognard Emeritus Thomas Gaul!

TIME: 1:30am Moscow time, 14 Sept. 1985
PLACE: Deep, deep, in the bowels of the “Special Branch” of the KGB annex of the Kremlin, Special Interrogations Divisions

The “clack, clack, clack” of the boots of the military goons marching KGB Colonel Fabrizio Vianello to the door of “Special Interrogations Room” sounded to KGB Colonel Vianello like the shots of a firing squad. As he was being “guided” to his perhaps final destination, KGB Colonel Vianello’s mind feverishly worked to come up with a plan, a scheme, a plot, anything to avoid what he fully expected would be his last confrontation with the Soviet Party . Never had “the Survivor” needed the cunning of his personal avatar, “the Weasel” more than now. Surely, this was all a misunderstanding! None were more loyal, more dedicated, more devoted to the glorious Socialist system. Surely, this would be recognized? Surely he was still useful? Surely there were others the “Special Branches” division of the KGB were more interested in then him?

That was it! His genius had done it again! Denunciations! The last refuge and true product of the Glorious Soviet Communist State! Others were at fault! Many others!! His superiors, obviously. His colleagues without a doubt. And, of course, those lower on the totem pole than he anywhere at all in the Soviet system. And, in a pinch, his wife was none too trustworthy. Even his children had recently show an unhealthy and bourgeois interest in jeans, rock music, and fashion of the decadent West. A few decades in the Gulag would help to re-focus their aims.

The two goons frog marching him down the corridor sharply turned a corner and stopped abruptly before a larger than expect steel-encased door. Two other trogloydte-shaped thugs in the uniform of the Special Branches division gazed with beedy, pitiless eyes at the Colonel. For a moment, the four Neanderthals simply glared at the Colonel. Then, slowly, the largest and dimmest looking of the four guards took out his truncheon. Raised it. Stared at the Colonel. Suddenly, rapidly, the club and the arm holding it came crashing down.

And struck the steel-encased door. Like the tolling of a funeral bell, the sound rang throughout the corridor.

“KGB Colonel Fabrizio Vianello, is present, Major Olivares!”

“Send him in” hissed the feminine, surprisingly soft-spoken, sibilant voice of the enfant-terrible of the KGB’s Special Branch, Major Eleonora Olivares. With not a word spoken between them, the four minions opened the door, shoved the Colonel in, and then slammed it shut like the lid of a casket, leaving the Colonel alone with his Doom.

The Colonel blinked in surprise. The room was ordinary, looking more like one of the many briefing rooms throughout the Kremlin than the expected torture chamber. A desk, a chair behind the desk where the Major sat studying some papers, and another chair before the desk. Mounted on a wall behind the desk, somewhat dimly lit, was an enormous map of Germany, Central Europe, Scandinavia, and the rest of the battle area presently being fought over between the Glorious Forces of Socialism and the blood-sucking leeches of the Capitalists of NATO. Military symbols crowded over each other, but seemed to be in their correct place. Clearly the Major was kept well informed of the progress of the operation.

“Sit, Colonel.”

Spoken quietly, like the whisper of poison, the voice of Major Olivares compelled instant obedience. As if he had been shot, the Colonel collapsed into the chair in front of the desk. Major Olivares did not move at first but just stared at the Colonel with the coal black, burning eyes of the fanatic, inspecting her subject like she would a rodent who she had cornered and was contemplating how best to terminate.

The Major, despite her high rank, was young, mid-to-late 20s, no more. In spite of her youth, legends had already grown around her like weeds in a graveyard. Not since Beria had the KGB known such a terror in one person. How she had risen so far, so fast, had been the subject of numerous Party rumors, each one darker, more lurid, and more sinister than the last. Of course, most Party rumors were false, put out by the individual to terrify his opponents and enemies. With Major Olivares, the false rumors were put out to cover up the even more horrific true ones.

The foundation of the rumors began with the appearance of the Major herself. If the room itself was ordinary, the Major was not. Beginning with her “uniform”. Not strickly regulation. In fact, not regulation at all. Her boots, while boots they were, rose much higher up her legs than the manual authorized. Shined to a high gloss midnight black sheen, they had heels at least 4 inches higher than regulation. The uniform itself was as tight as a second skin, showing all her medals in distracting glory. Her hair, black as a starless night, was bound tightly as required but the binding was done by a clasp in the shape of chains. Around her neck, worn on the outside of her uniform (against all dressing standards of the Red Army), was a necklace embossed with the motto, “Pain is the Way to Truth and I am the Guide”. And, with her at all times, including now, was that for which she was most infamous. Her knout.

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September 13, 1985 – Barrel of a Gun

The latest (and maybe the last one!) chapter about the intrigues and maneuvers of KGB Colonel Fabrizio Leonidovich Vianello.
As usual, developed and written by Grognard Emeritus Thomas Gaul!

Time: 9pm, Moscow time, 13 Sept. 1985
Place: Special restaurant of the KGB officer’s club of Dedicated Socialist, soon-to-be-Hero-of-the-Soviet-Union, soon-to-be-KGB- General-presently-KGB Colonel Fabrizio Vianello

Feet propped up on his table, boots off, head back KGB Colonel Fabrizio Vianello savored the moment. He had allowed himself a rare luxury (well to others it was rare; to him, as a true son of the Communist system, less so) and richly deserved it. Vodka was, of course, well and good and necessary, but a true French wine (Bordeaux, of course) to wash down the chef prepared gourmet meal, complete with the best prepared steak in Moscow, was a special part of the non-existent heaven of decadent capitalist religions. Of course, such things only existed to dull the minds of the exploited workers of the Capitalists pawns, but, if they did exist, surely this would have to be part of it.

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