1983, An evolving strive for power that puts the East and West on the precipice. Millions of fates are intertwined as tensions of conflict reach its summit or perhaps even the end. Across the East, sentiments run high while whispers of war simmer beneath the surface. In the shadows, gathers an iron willed conclave forged in resolve and the cold arithmetic of power.

As trust wears thin and allies are tested, the Warsaw Pact, bound not by trust, but by necessity, runs on only one language known as power. It possesses eyes hardened by doctrine, which scan the horizon not for peace, but for an advantage. It stands for unity, not chaos. Order, not corruption. It demands discipline, yes, but through discipline comes strength. Through strength, security.

The West wraps itself in the colours of liberty, but behind the stars and stripes is a world ruled by puppeteers in suits and governments enslaved to profit. They call it “freedom,” but it’s a freedom bought with lies, decadence, and the illusion of choice.

In this juncture where any misstep, any wrong maneuver could cast a threat of nuclear confrontation, rises this assembly not of mere diplomats but architects of consequence sworn to bide by their ideologies. The power is unfathomable and the balance of nations tilts with your words- will your legacy be a bridge or a battlefield The storm is already here, and you are it's engineers.

Welcome to the Joint Crisis Committee- The Warsaw Vanguard