Trenchies (IC/Open)

[Usaimar]

Fredrich Kline
Grey Front

"Ha! Look at Gefreiter Kline! He's having trouble with his rifle!" Infantrieman Fritz laughed. The anguished Kline was trying to unjam his Gewher 98, which was caked in mud after the last artillery blast splattered mud all over it. Finally, the bolt cycled back and the 7.92mm round flew out of the rifle and into the mud on the ground.

"Shelling...Shelling...Shelling. Why are they always shelling? All we do all damn day is sit in these muddy trenches with people like Infantrieman Fritz who have less brain than the mice that infest them, getting shelled. We hardly ever attack, we hardly ever even do anything. All we do is get shelled and wait. I bet you anything right now I can yell over the trench line at the enemy and ask them if they want to swap lunch!" Fredrich grumbled. His squad looked around and nodded their heads, agreeing that a change of lunch would be nice. Fredrich looked at them with the "you can't be serious" look. They kept quietly staring until finally Fredrich got up and walked to the edge of the trench line, with his squadmates in pursuit.

He looked through the periscope and saw nothing. He then heard from the other side "Hey Germans! Any of you guys want to have lunch together?' We got some bomb chicken sandwiches right here!". Fredrich looked around at this friends and shrugged, one giggled that they already beat him to it. Fredrich smirked and popped head over the trench line.

He yelled "That depends! What kinda condimants you guys have on the sandwiches? You guys want to have a tea party or something? All we could bring would be some sausage and warm beer!".

[Allancia]

Leipzig Trench, Grey Held Territory
Anton, who had up until that point been trying to find his binoculars for several days straight, suddenly paused. His head rotated 50 degrees to the left. His mouth went dry.
Chicken? Fick ja!
He began sprinting away, unaware that his binoculars were bouncing against his chest. He hadn't had meat in several weeks, and his mind reeled at the idea of sandwiches being thrown into the equation. It somehow didn't occur to him this was coming from the Entente's side of the field.

[Empire of Donner land]

Allied Trenches

"Well, I'll be going." He waved at the two, Sarah and the Kraut and Stefano. James walked away slogging through the mud and stepping on the wood planks that were left. His head turned to the Grey's line when he heard someone yelling about a tea party. 'Do those Krauts really belive all we islanders do is drink tea?' He thought. While looking over the trench wall he could barely see the enemy trench. There were some heads poking over. Probably Krauts walking around doing things. The other allied soldiers in his line were doing the same. He even bumped into a few as he was walking. It was a small trench and a big trench at the same time. It went from a width of only 2 or 3 feet to 6 feet at times. The unregilarity in the width annoyed him.

[Shyluz]

Allied Front
Sarah's conscience couldn't really take it anymore, and now she could only see the boy as a younger brother that she never had. Scratch the fact he had just kissed her, but nonetheless she felt sorry. As he brushed past, she suddenly grabbed his shoulder to stop him. "Look, I told you that you needed to see a field doctor, but if you're leaving, let me treat to your wounds first..."

She poked his bleeding nose. "Starting with that."

Allied Front
Fritz Biermann

Fritz didn't look her in the eyes, and continued climbing out of the trench and stepping into no-man's land, where some Grey sniper somewhere could likely see him. If he was lucky, they would recognize his uniform as well, and not put a bullet between his eyes. He began too walk through the craters and mud, when a shot wizzed past his head and slammed into a dormant landmine, detonating.

He was thrown to the ground in the blast, his face one of pure fury as he stood back up, and jogged to the trench, sliding down the side of the trench in front of two people, one apparently a sniper, the other... seemed familiar.

"Dummkopf!" He hollered, punching the sniper in the face and throwing him to the ground. "You nearly killed me!"

[ApplePieistan]

Fredrich Kline
Grey Front

"Ha! Look at Gefreiter Kline! He's having trouble with his rifle!" Infantrieman Fritz laughed. The anguished Kline was trying to unjam his Gewher 98, which was caked in mud after the last artillery blast splattered mud all over it. Finally, the bolt cycled back and the 7.92mm round flew out of the rifle and into the mud on the ground.

"Shelling...Shelling...Shelling. Why are they always shelling? All we do all damn day is sit in these muddy trenches with people like Infantrieman Fritz who have less brain than the mice that infest them, getting shelled. We hardly ever attack, we hardly ever even do anything. All we do is get shelled and wait. I bet you anything right now I can yell over the trench line at the enemy and ask them if they want to swap lunch!" Fredrich grumbled. His squad looked around and nodded their heads, agreeing that a change of lunch would be nice. Fredrich looked at them with the "you can't be serious" look. They kept quietly staring until finally Fredrich got up and walked to the edge of the trench line, with his squadmates in pursuit.

He looked through the periscope and saw nothing. He then heard from the other side "Hey Germans! Any of you guys want to have lunch together?' We got some bomb chicken sandwiches right here!". Fredrich looked around at this friends and shrugged, one giggled that they already beat him to it. Fredrich smirked and popped head over the trench line.

He yelled "That depends! What kinda condimants you guys have on the sandwiches? You guys want to have a tea party or something? All we could bring would be some sausage and warm beer!".

Abraham was pleasantly surprised that the Germans actually responded. Abraham screamed back at them "We got ketchup! And maybe mustard; I-I didn't check! There's some British guys over here that'd like some tea!" Abraham went over to refill his canteen with water. He needed a sip after all that screaming he just did.

[Lingria]

Winfried rubbed his eyes. "This is.....madness, the constant explosions...." He clenched his teeth. "I'm done with sitting down." He stood up, grabbing a Maxim Gun. "Damn those dirty French bastards! Damn them!! I could be back home with my family if it wasn't for them!" He yelled into the fog. "Ich hasse sie. Hasse! Hasse! Hasse!" He sighed finally. Taking a swig from his canteen of whiskey. "I am Winfried, 26 confirmed kills, Veteran German Sniper...." He started sobbing into his hands. "Ich vermisse dich so sehr Claire..."

[Perestroikavo]

Allied Lines

Iosif rubbed the sleep from his eyes, and the dull thudding of shells and small arms fire. The big thing that had woken him up was the sound and shaking of something tremendous crashing into the ground near him, and the frenzied yells that a Zeppelin had just been shot down. He glanced around the officer's quarters, a shabby affair indeed. 3 other men, all British or American, slept soundly, despite the noise, no doubt enjoying the momentary respite.

The log structure was falling apart, and had nearly been destroyed when an artillery shell had exploded meters away. But it was better than what the enlisted men had. Suddenly, he was dragged away from his observations by a shouting. It appeared a joke about having lunch with the enemy had gone to far. Now, Iosif was a large, well built man, coming in at 6'6 and 300 lbs, which had made him a priority target for the Grey lines. He had to duck on his way over to the man in question.

He bumped into James, a good man, on the way to the shouter. A hoarse grunt was all he gave, but they all knew it was his way of apologizing. Finally reaching the offender, he spun him around. 'You want to party with the enemy? Then go!" Iosif grabbed the Canadian and tossed him over the top of the trench, dusting himself off in the process. He secretly hoped the boy wouldn't get picked off by the Grey snipers. It sounded promising, and he risked a peek. There were several helmets above the enemy line, and he gleefully lined up his rifle on a few of them, just sort of spraying their way.

[ApplePieistan]

Allied Lines

Iosif rubbed the sleep from his eyes, and the dull thudding of shells and small arms fire. The big thing that had woken him up was the sound and shaking of something tremendous crashing into the ground near him, and the frenzied yells that a Zeppelin had just been shot down. He glanced around the officer's quarters, a shabby affair indeed. 3 other men, all British or American, slept soundly, despite the noise, no doubt enjoying the momentary respite.

The log structure was falling apart, and had nearly been destroyed when an artillery shell had exploded meters away. But it was better than what the enlisted men had. Suddenly, he was dragged away from his observations by a shouting. It appeared a joke about having lunch with the enemy had gone to far. Now, Iosif was a large, well built man, coming in at 6'6 and 300 lbs, which had made him a priority target for the Grey lines. He had to duck on his way over to the man in question.

He bumped into James, a good man, on the way to the shouter. A hoarse grunt was all he gave, but they all knew it was his way of apologizing. Finally reaching the offender, he spun him around. 'You want to party with the enemy? Then go!" Iosif grabbed the Canadian and tossed him over the top of the trench, dusting himself off in the process. He secretly hoped the boy wouldn't get picked off by the Grey snipers. It sounded promising, and he risked a peek. There were several helmets above the enemy line, and he gleefully lined up his rifle on a few of them, just sort of spraying their way.

Abraham shouted at Iosif "HOLD YOUR FIRE!" Abraham then said in his normal voice "How do you expect to have lunch with the Germans if you keep firing at them? If we don't fire, they'll eventually stop, then world peace! You understand?"

[Perestroikavo]

Iosif towered over the boy, who had apparently clamoured back into the trench. His lip twitched, and he glowered. 'Did you just give an officer, your superior, an order? I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that. Now grab a rifle, and take a shot!' He was furious that this nobody would dare order a Commissar around, especially one that shared command of his squad. He looked around and grabbed the closest rifle he saw, and thrust it into the boys hands. 'Shoot. Now.' Iosif drew his pistol, and emptied it towards the Grey lines, the glee evident on his face. Iosif didn't even bother glancing over to see if the boy was shooting or not.

War can never end. Without war I am nothing. When I am nothing, bad things happen. Mommy and Daddy die. MOMMY AND DADDY DIE!

Iosif grunted at this inner monologue, sort of muttering to himself.

[ApplePieistan]

Iosif towered over the boy, who had apparently clamoured back into the trench. His lip twitched, and he glowered. 'Did you just give an officer, your superior, an order? I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that. Now grab a rifle, and take a shot!' He was furious that this nobody would dare order a Commissar around, especially one that shared command of his squad. He looked around and grabbed the closest rifle he saw, and thrust it into the boys hands. 'Shoot. Now.' Iosif drew his pistol, and emptied it towards the Grey lines, the glee evident on his face. Iosif didn't even bother glancing over to see if the boy was shooting or not.

War can never end. Without war I am nothing. When I am nothing, bad things happen. Mommy and Daddy die. MOMMY AND DADDY DIE!

Iosif grunted at this inner monologue, sort of muttering to himself.

Abraham was quite offended by Iosif's command and refusal to cooperate. He shouted back at him "You're no officer of mine, Russian! Stop trying to kill people because it's not going to solve anything, you hear me?" Abraham prepared to evade some kind of attack from the Russian officer.

[Tracian Empire]

Abraham turned around, smiled enthusiastically, and said "Ooh, can we eat lunch with the Germans? I'm sure they'd like a nice tuna salad. Here, I'll ask." Abraham took out his bugle and played in loudly. He then shouted "Hey Germans! Any of you guys want to have lunch together?' We got some bomb chicken sandwiches right here!" Abraham then turned to Stefano and said "Do we have enough to feed them too?"

"Germans? We're not Germans!", said Alexander angry."We're Whitestrians. Whitestrians!"
The blue eyed Whitestrian officer pointed his flamethrower at the enemies in front of them. He was sick of it. To be confused with a grumpy German.
"Please tell your Red friend to calm down. We want to get out of here in silence, without being shot."

[ApplePieistan]

Abraham turned around, smiled enthusiastically, and said "Ooh, can we eat lunch with the Germans? I'm sure they'd like a nice tuna salad. Here, I'll ask." Abraham took out his bugle and played in loudly. He then shouted "Hey Germans! Any of you guys want to have lunch together?' We got some bomb chicken sandwiches right here!" Abraham then turned to Stefano and said "Do we have enough to feed them too?"

"Germans? We're not Germans!", said Alexander angry."We're Whitestrians. Whitestrians!"
The blue eyed Whitestrian officer pointed his flamethrower at the enemies in front of them. He was sick of it. To be confused with a grumpy German.
"Please tell your Red friend to calm down. We want to get out of here in silence, without being shot."

Abraham was concerned by this act of aggression and seriously hoped that the Russian man wasn't right. Abraham defensively put his hands in front of himself and said "Woah man, let's not do anything crazy here. Violence isn't going to be solved with more violence." He then turns to Iosif and says "Listen, please stop killing people! You see what your attempted rampage is causing? A violent response directed at you. So please, put your gun down."

[Perestroikavo]

Iosif, lost in the fight, didn't notice much of the disrespect directed towards him. He noticed a German pointing a flamethrower at him, just as his pistol clicked dry. 'Dermo.' He swore, and drew his sabre, turning towards the boy. 'YOU COWARD! These monsters took pieces of my homeland, not yours. You just sit on your fat ass, bitching about not being able to go home. It's an honor to be here!' He was furious about the general attitude of the soldier. Iosif swung his sword right past the child's throat, and into a ladder, splitting it clean in half. 'That'll be your head next time you insult me. You hear me, yankee?" Iosif sneered. He pulled at his sword covertly, noticing it was stuck in the mud wall.

[ApplePieistan]

Iosif, lost in the fight, didn't notice much of the disrespect directed towards him. He noticed a German pointing a flamethrower at him, just as his pistol clicked dry. 'Dermo.' He swore, and drew his sabre, turning towards the boy. 'YOU COWARD! These monsters took pieces of my homeland, not yours. You just sit on your fat ass, bitching about not being able to go home. It's an honor to be here!' He was furious about the general attitude of the soldier. Iosif swung his sword right past the child's throat, and into a ladder, splitting it clean in half. 'That'll be your head next time you insult me. You hear me, yankee?" Iosif sneered. He pulled at his sword covertly, noticing it was stuck in the mud wall.

Abraham noticed that he had gotten his sword stuck and that his pistol was dry. He took advantage of this by jumping back and aiming his rifle at Iosif. "Alright, that's enough!" Abraham barked, making sure to seem firm and serious. Unlike the Whitestrians and Germans, Abraham actually saw Iosif as an unredeemable menace. He contemplated shooting him now for the safety of the "enemies" and everyone in this trench. Abraham didn't know what he expected Iosif to do; probably try to grab Abraham's gun or something. For this reason, Abraham was fully ready to fire if he performed any sudden movements.

[Sonitusia]

"Ah, hello mein freund, tired of jumping out of the sky?" Erich chuckled, then looking over at Winfried, who was firing the Maxim Gun wildly. Erich's eye twitched, and he kicked the man off the weapon. "Look Scharfschützer, you dumb little fuck, we don't know how many people are out there right now," he growled, then pointing at the aeromarine, "maybe this idiot also landed with his other friends, and they're trying to make their way back."

He then picked the man back up by his collar, and breathed heavily into his face. "You know the worst thing you did though?"

"You wasted our fucking ammo."

---

"Comrade Russian, you're kind of crazy," Stefano muttered, looking at the fight happening between the Whites, Red, and Doughboy. His senses began to recollect, and he no longer felt dizzy. Rubbing his eyes to check, he wanted to stop the fight before it went any further.

He walked up rather casually to the Doughboy, spun him around, and bitch slapped him across the face. "Calm the fuck down, signore." He then turned to face the Red Commissar. "Tofarich, don't cut the ladders, we need them when we're trying to get out of this shit hole." He finished by looking at the Whites. "Please try not to burn the trench down, it took us forever to dig this place."

"Now if we're done fighting, I can cook us all pasta. What time is it, 1 in the afternoon?"

[Kinky Bastards]

Allied trench

A grey stormtrooper walked around aimlessly in the labyrinth of mud. He had no idea how it had happened, but he knew he was lost. Again. He wasn't even sure if he were among friends or enemies.

The man was Roger Wilkins, and he was a private in the grey army,and he certainly looked like a grey, as he was completely covered from head to toe in German gear. But his accent made his khaki origin clear. But that's not what was on his mind right now.

"Bloody hell... how do I get out of here? Or at least find out where I am..?" Roger muttered. But what was that? Voices from around the corner. Friends or enemies? Only one way to find out. Wilkins gripped his rifle tighter and peeked around the muddy corner. What he saw didn't help him much. Soldiers of almost all nationalities. Though there were some greys and whites there too. He should probably help them. Meh. He shrugged. "Well, it's not like I have anything better to do... though I wish I did."

Roger raised his rifle, approached the group and aimed at the allied soldiers. He shouted to them in his very distinct British accent. "All right chaps! Tea time's over! Hands up!"

[ApplePieistan]

Allied trench

A grey stormtrooper walked around aimlessly in the labyrinth of mud. He had no idea how it had happened, but he knew he was lost. Again. He wasn't even sure if he were among friends or enemies.

The man was Roger Wilkins, and he was a private in the grey army,and he certainly looked like a grey, as he was completely covered from head to toe in German gear. But his accent made his khaki origin clear. But that's not what was on his mind right now.

"Bloody hell... how do I get out of here? Or at least find out where I am..?" Roger muttered. But what was that? Voices from around the corner. Friends or enemies? Only one way to find out. Wilkins gripped his rifle tighter and peeked around the muddy corner. What he saw didn't help him much. Soldiers of almost all nationalities. Though there were some greys and whites there too. He should probably help them. Meh. He shrugged. "Well, it's not like I have anything better to do... though I wish I did."

Roger raised his rifle, approached the group and aimed at the allied soldiers. He shouted to them in his very distinct British accent. "All right chaps! Tea time's over! Hands up!"

Abraham the doughboy raised his hands and shouted at Wilkins "Woah, hold on khaki, we're on your side!" Abraham didn't know if he could trust anyone in this trench. They all seemed to be threatening to kill him for whatever reason. Abraham considered going to the German's trench, but Abraham worried that he'd be killed when doing so. Abraham thought "Better not risk it. I'll just stay here and try not to die."

[Kinky Bastards]

Roger lowered his weapon and looked at Abraham. "Really? You yanks are part of the Central Powers too now? I thought you were with the blue ones..." he said, honestly surprised. "So... if we're all on the same side, how come we're still at war? Oh, and while we're at it, which army holds this trench?"

[Empire of Donner land]

Roger lowered his weapon and looked at Abraham. "Really? You yanks are part of the Central Powers too now? I thought you were with the blue ones..." he said, honestly surprised. "So... if we're all on the same side, how come we're still at war? Oh, and while we're at it, which army holds this trench?"

James was walking down the trench hopping from wooden board to wooden board trying not to get in the mud. He would prefer not to get an infection if the mud were to get in his shoes. As he was hopping he looked up and was behind someone in what looked like a Grey uniform. He sighed looked down while shaking his head. "You have got to be kidding me!" He yelled. "First our gold fish game is interrupted because of you guys and now your all over the place!" He waved his hands in the air out of annoyance. "I'm so done!"

"Look, I would pref-" He stopped recognizing the Grey's accent. He heard before he looked up. "Are you an islander?" He asked. "Why the hell are you in a grey uniform?!"

[ApplePieistan]

Roger lowered his weapon and looked at Abraham. "Really? You yanks are part of the Central Powers too now? I thought you were with the blue ones..." he said, honestly surprised. "So... if we're all on the same side, how come we're still at war? Oh, and while we're at it, which army holds this trench?"

"Gosh, I don't know anymore. I see Germans, Whites, Reds, I see all types of people around here. I think this is an allied trench, but I can't confirm anything anymore. Look, just don't murder people and we'll all be good, alright? If none of us participate in this war, then we can end this and bring world peace. After all, this is the war to end all wars."

[Kinky Bastards]

Roger turned to James and answered him in a jolly tone. "Indeed I am! The name's Roger Wilkins, in case you wondered." He tilted his head and shrugged. "Well, with all the millions of casualties every day, it hardly matters which ones I shoot on, now does it?" he said in a just as jolly tone as before and smiled beneath the gas mask. Then he turned to Abraham again.

"An allied trench you say? Thanks for the info, good lad." He patted him on the shoulder as a gesture of gratitude, while completely ignoring the rest of what he had just said. "Could you be so kind and show me the way to the Grey trenches? I've got an Iron Cross to collect."

Roger felt entitled to brag a bit and turned to everyone around. "You see, it's because I single handedly took out a Blue tank. Oh yes!" He nodded to emphazise his words. "Although actually..." he continued with a slightly lower voice, "... it had some mechanical problem and exploded all by itself, but since I stood next to it and survived, I was credited for blowing it up, and I won't object... but I still think I deserve the medal, since I saved the life of that corpral... what's his name... he has a very distinctive mustache... hmm..." Roger worked his brain hard to remember. "Arnold... Mitler? Wittler? Something like that anyway."

He pause and hoped for effect. "And as you probably understand I can't be late for my own prize ceremony." He chuckled.