Tim Stone remembers the war. The Commandos 2 war. Well, one level of it, at least.
I suspect I’m not alone in using games as climatic counterweights. In the depths of winter, I like to thumb my dripping nose at rapacious energy companies by relying on digitized deserts and jungles for background warmth. In the midst of blacktop-softening summer heatwaves, I’m often to be found skimming Alpine glaciers, trudging behind snow-caked Tiger tanks, or – courtesy of brilliant Commandos 2 level ‘White Death’ – artfully strewing fag packets on achingly artistic Arctic pack ice.