The year is 1931, and in the continent of Europa, most of the nations hope to pass into a brighter future far away from the horrors of the Great War that happened nearly 20 years ago.

However, dark times are only gathering like storm clouds, as the Central Europanian nation of Vuldavia is under the totalitarian-stratocratic dictatorship of Eva Volkov, an anthro tigress who never fails to be both a villainess and dictator at the same time.

The streets of Vuldavia's capital city, Veritas City, blood-red banners displaying the Iron Eagle are everywhere, the streets echoes with the rhythmic march of Volkov's personal militant guard called the "Iron Guard", their uniforms are a stark, menacing charcoal black.

Propaganda posters plastered on every wall, depicting Volkov as a benevolent, all-seeing mother figure; her gaze both captivating and unnerving. Yet, beneath the veneer of national unity and strength, fear and submission are the true currencies of her regime.

The Internal Security Directorate, Volkov's secret police organization, is omnipresent; its black-clad agents are a constant reminder of the consequences of non-collective thought. Society is also remolded under staunch traditionalism and the idea that Vuldavia has been transformed into a "new state"; an "Iron State", as Volkov coins it. And all those not of her party (the Vuldavian National Order Party), be it democratic, communist, socialist, or monarchist are seen as menaces of the Iron State. Every aspect of life, from education to industry, was geared towards strengthening the state and its armed forces. Dissent is not merely punished; it's eradicated.

During the annual "National Victory Parade" that celebrates the birth of Volkov's regime, the Vuldavian Vanguard Army marches down the wide streets of Motherland Square as they all carry bayoneted rifles and present the Vuldavian salute as they pass by Volkov. Their uniforms are all black-clad, with charcoal-colored gas masks with red lenses covering their faces, an endless row of Stahlhelms showing how individualism in Volkov's regime is nonexistent. Public rallies are mandatory, echoing with the fervent chants of "Volkov! Vuldavia! Victory!" and the rhythmic stomping of the army’s uniformed high boots.

Meanwhile, you are in this nightmare of despotism and collectivism. Whether you're a spy for another nation, a member/leader of an underground political society, or a member of the Vuldavian armed forces or the Vuldavian National Order Party, you must make careful choices… less you want to be struck by the tyrant’s rod.