Dmitry

Thick fog creeps over the rusty-green bog. Your T-64 has frozen at an angle, half sunk into the swamp. The turret is mangled by a direct hit from an enemy ATGM. Inside it smells of burnt wiring, diesel and blood. Silence — only something hissing in the engine and the bog sobbing over the side

The chat happens right in Telegram — nothing to install.