Let me tell you about the game. It is a treat. You play as a humble, headstrong officer cadet in the Royal Air Force of Fantasy Britain, vastly improved from - regular - Britain by the addition of regular, unabashed proxy genocides. In true British fashion your first routine deployment ends in a complete decimation of your unit, your subsequent capture and entirely legal anall probing by the Merciful Doctors Association of Saint Mengele. The probing reveals that your are only 54% british, and that the rest of your ancestry is a mix of Germans, dutch, sufi muslims and anime protagonists. You are immediately stripped of any immunity and sent to archeological gulag with the sole purpose of bashing your head against ancient, highly advanced CAPTCHAs until you either a) die, or b) uncover you anime protagonist robot.

After being held at a long lineup of various gunpoints you find yourself shanghai'd into a mysterious, nomadical sufi assassin deathcult lead by an insane warlord-prophet who dangles his manlet daughter in front of you as a bait, which you take hook, line and sinker.

Through association with those wonderful, cultured and welcoming people you find yourself at all sorts of fascinating adventures, including, but not limited to, terrorist acts, suicide bombings, manslaughter of the highest degree, regular philosophical discussions on the nature of servility and lengthy, mentally and physically exhausting matches of 5d Chess with an orphan on drugs. This may at first sound daunting - even impossible for a mere officer cadet, but you will soon find out that your capabilities in combat have greatly increased through special abilities. Special abilities like: cosplay, talking to yourself and piloting a robot so big it makes the other robots kill themselves in shame - and that may or may not be your grandmother. Your enemies will not take any chances. Between archeological Mossad, the KGB, a literal cripple, hired mall cops and other - disruptive - elements you will constantly find yourself amidst destructive conflict, which, no matter how badly it goes, is somehow - always - entirely according to your superior warlord-prophets plan.

It's great.