As a sensory experience, this is to ‘68 what a video game is to a real battle. The visuals are there, but where is the tang of teargas, the satisfying thwack of batons on hippy skulls, the panicked mouse-squeak of trapped media? The only smell here is from poor personal hygiene, not the same as the loose bowels of fleeing commies.
I guess they don’t want an authentic recreation after all.
“The visuals are there, but where is the tang of teargas, the satisfying thwack of batons on hippy skulls, the panicked mouse-squeak of trapped media?”
Colorful description. Coincidentally I recently researched batons as a concealed weapon. I think I’ll buy one now. Thanks.