Sometime around 2 am in 1987, high in Ann Arbor’s University Towers in more ways than one, I stabbed the Tsar in the back and conquered Sevastopol. As Sultan of Ottoman Turkey in the game of Diplomacy, as in life, I was wary of my Russian Empire neighbor, the Tsar, here named Bob. Feelings were mutual. However, Germany was threatening both Istanbul and Moscow.
A game, in theory.
A game, in theory.
A game, in theory.
Sometime around 2 am in 1987, high in Ann Arbor’s University Towers in more ways than one, I stabbed the Tsar in the back and conquered Sevastopol. As Sultan of Ottoman Turkey in the game of Diplomacy, as in life, I was wary of my Russian Empire neighbor, the Tsar, here named Bob. Feelings were mutual. However, Germany was threatening both Istanbul and Moscow.