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by Usaimar » Thu Jul 30, 2015 8:09 am
by Allancia » Thu Jul 30, 2015 8:11 am
by Empire of Donner land » Thu Jul 30, 2015 8:19 am
The Collected Entries Of Me In A Nutshell
"Donner: A chill guy who has no chill" - Esgonia
"Everything is wrong. Everything" - URA
by Shyluz » Thu Jul 30, 2015 9:09 am
Sonitusia wrote: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."
by ApplePieistan » Thu Jul 30, 2015 11:42 am
Usaimar wrote: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!".
by Lingria » Thu Jul 30, 2015 3:26 pm
by Perestroikavo » Fri Jul 31, 2015 12:13 am
by ApplePieistan » Fri Jul 31, 2015 12:45 am
Perestroikavo wrote: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.
by Perestroikavo » Fri Jul 31, 2015 1:17 am
by ApplePieistan » Fri Jul 31, 2015 1:30 am
Perestroikavo wrote: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.
by Tracian Empire » Fri Jul 31, 2015 1:35 am
ApplePieistan wrote: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?"
by ApplePieistan » Fri Jul 31, 2015 1:41 am
Tracian Empire wrote:ApplePieistan wrote: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."
by Perestroikavo » Fri Jul 31, 2015 2:22 am
by ApplePieistan » Fri Jul 31, 2015 2:43 am
Perestroikavo wrote: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.
by Sonitusia » Fri Jul 31, 2015 4:00 am
Shyluz wrote:The second 'tanks' was said, it was all over.
Gensokyu wrote:So that happened.
They say that in the great wars of NS Summer, there was one who did not fight with blood, but with iron. They named this one the Master of Tanks, and the thunderous sound of cannon and the rattling of machine guns could be heard far and wide, the crossroads before the capital of CotM being defended by this valiant one until it stood alone. Shitposters layed in droves, and entire army having been slain by the might of Sonitusia, Master of Tanks, Commandant of Iron, and Slinger of Shells.
by Kinky Bastards » Sat Aug 01, 2015 1:56 pm
by ApplePieistan » Sat Aug 01, 2015 2:28 pm
Kinky Bastards wrote: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!"
by Kinky Bastards » Sat Aug 01, 2015 2:41 pm
by Empire of Donner land » Sat Aug 01, 2015 2:48 pm
Kinky Bastards wrote: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?"
The Collected Entries Of Me In A Nutshell
"Donner: A chill guy who has no chill" - Esgonia
"Everything is wrong. Everything" - URA
by ApplePieistan » Sat Aug 01, 2015 5:10 pm
Kinky Bastards wrote: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?"
by Kinky Bastards » Sun Aug 02, 2015 2:49 am
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