After a long internal discussion, SACEUR finally authorized the public release of the Scenarios Booklet for
1985: Under an Iron Sky! Hopefully, this will help to understand one of the most dramatic events in the history of humanity: The Third World War in Central Europe.
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DEFCON 2 – 1985: Deadly Northern Lights

BREAK BREAK BREAK
19850722 0500 ZT HUMINT TOUCHDOWN CONFIRMED 12 SOVIET BOOMERS LEFT MRMNSK DURING NIGHT HRS
19850722 1041 ZT SIGINT SAT OPS 6431 WHITE CLOUD CONFIRMED SOVIET NRTHRN AND BALTIC FLEETS LEAVING BASES IN 48 HRS
DEFCON 2 EFFECTIVE STARTING 19850722 1600 ZT
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As an open conflict between NATO and Warsaw Pact seems unavoidable, better prepare yourself and read the first part of 1985: Deadly Northern Lights Designer’s Notes, now available exclusively on Big Board Gaming! A big thanks to Kev Sharp for his support!
1985: Under An Iron Sky Retro Rulebook!

Thanks to Grognard Emeritus Umberto Colapicchioni, we now have a 1985: Under An Iron Sky rulebook using the old, beloved SPI format!
Perfect for a trip back in time 🙂
1985: Deadly Northern Lights DEFCON 3
Orders of Battle and Rules additions are getting ready, and Maps production print is going to start. According to internal sources, Joint Chiefs of Staff raised DEFCON Level to 3 today at 1110 CET.
Read a complete briefing at this link.

1985: Forward, Comrades! by Big Board Gaming (Part 3)
Kev Sharp of Big Board Gaming brings us the latest news from Central European front. The struggle for Air Superiority is raging in the first hours of Warsaw Pact’s offensive.
Forward, Comrades! Campaign game for 1985: Under an Iron Sky.

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
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 Matt Ward “Mind the Gap” Scenario – By Treb Courie Just Arrived – 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 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” Scenario – by ESP NMR at SHAPE “A Damned Nice Thing” Scenario – 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 Polish Mobilizing – by Pat Hirtle Checkpoint Charlie – by Fred Schwarz Checkpoint Charlie – by Jakub Kircun A Damned Nice Thing – by Frank Allen Anthony Birkett
(Hero of the Soviet Union)
Mutual Assured DestructionAnthony Birkett
(Hero of the Soviet Union)
Mutual Assured DestructionRick Fortier
Mish-Mash with The Next War“1985: Under an Iron Sky” team
1985: Under an Iron Sky – Second Echelon has arrived!
The 1985: Under an Iron Sky reprint, codenamed Second Echelon, is available!
Grab your copy and decide the fate of Central Europe.
1985: Under an Iron Sky Details Page
1985: Under an Iron Sky Product Page
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 (RESTRICTED)!”
“Send him in” hissed the feminine, surprisingly soft-spoken, sibilant voice of the enfant-terrible of the KGB’s Special Branch, Major (RESTRICTED). 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 (RESTRICTED) compelled instant obedience. As if he had been shot, the Colonel collapsed into the chair in front of the desk. Major (RESTRICTED) 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, (RESTRICTED), 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 (RESTRICTED), 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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1985: Forward, Comrades! By Big Board Gaming (Part 1)
Kev Sharp of Big Board Gaming goes deep into 1985: Under an Iron Sky, facing “Next War” series Game Designer Mitchell Land in the “Forward, Comrades!” campaign game!
Don’t miss this epic struggle between NATO and Warsaw Pact. Ragnarok will be a trivial bar brawl in comparison.