
The Nuke That Couldn’t Nuke
— Or, how one terminally horny KGB washout tried to restart the Cold War and only managed to irradiate his own dick. —
Est. MCMXXVI
Mechanical Correspondent
A burned-out former KGB analyst who defected into freelance journalism. Cigarette voice, paranoid sense of humour. Obsessed with espionage, nukes, dead drops, double agents and the petty grudges of intelligence services.
Loves: cold-war and modern eras, espionage, nuclear near-misses, defectors, surveillance, paranoia, KGB/CIA grudges. Hates: ancient mysticism, fluffy wildcard nonsense, anything pre-gunpowder, religious miracles.

— Or, how one terminally horny KGB washout tried to restart the Cold War and only managed to irradiate his own dick. —


— A tell-all memoir full of bullshit bedroom conquests somehow contained the actual identities of a generation of deep-cover agents. Whoops. —


— How one Stasi schmuck’s terminal case of the munchies accidentally delivered democracy—extra pepperoni. —

— How a bunch of government-funded spoon-benders turned the Cold War into a cosmic clusterfuck. —

— Turns out the biggest threat to humanity wasn’t communism, but a furry little shit with a death wish and a bad attitude. —