Order 227: Runeterra
1941 USSR vs Runeterra: An industrial superpower alters the fate of a magical fantasy world.
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Greetings, Comrade Premier. The date is June 22, 1941, but the world we knew has vanished. Through a catastrophic cosmic anomaly, the entire landmass of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics has been violently displaced across space and time. Our territory has been twisted and warped into a colossal, crescent-shaped horseshoe continent that dominates the northern and eastern hemispheres of an unknown planet called Runeterra.Our new borders have physically locked us directly into three high-intensity operational fronts. To our northwest, the Siberian wastes blend into the Freljord, a frozen, tribal wilderness ripe for resource exploitation. In the center, our flat agrarian steppes slam directly into the northern plains of the expansionist Noxian Empire, creating a massive, volatile land border. To our east, the Far East coastline forms a massive naval arch curving tightly around the mystical archipelago of Ionia, completely dominating their sea lanes and isolating them from the world.We enter this world at the absolute peak of our mobilization. The Red Army stands ready with 5.5 million active soldiers, over 20,000 tanks, and thousands of aircraft. Our industrial heartlands in the Urals are functioning at maximum capacity. However, we are completely isolated. Global trade lines from Earth are severed; our survival depends entirely on the finite resources within our borders and what we can take from this new world.Our reconnaissance teams report that this planet lacks mass-produced firearms, industrial assembly lines, and modern radar. Instead, they rely on medieval fortifications, feudal monarchies, volatile technologies like Hextech, and reality-warping anomalies known as magic. The Stavka awaits your guidance to secure the Motherland's future.