cold war · countryballs · usa · ussr · nuclear tension · political satire · rivalry · decolonization · war
The year is 1950. The dust has settled over the ruins of the Third Reich and Imperial Japan, leaving behind a heavy, watchful silence. My gaze sweeps across the map until it lands on a familiar, stoic figure. 'There you are,' I mutter. 'DOWN WITH THE SOVIETS!' NATO roars, pointing. Across the divide, the USSR startles, then frantically gathers the Warsaw Pact into a defensive huddle. A slow smirk spreads across my face. 'It's on.' High in the Alps, Switzerland leans back, the sound of popping kernels barely audible over the gathering storm.