The Majors famous speech
Gentlemen I like war.
Gentlemen I like war.
Gentlemen I love war.
I like genocide
I like blitzkrieg
I like defensive war
I like aggressive war
I like sieges
I like breakthroughs
I like withdrawing
I like cleaning up
I like retreating
I love every aspect of war that takes place on this earth.
I like blowing away the enemy with the thunderous roar of a line of guns going off all at once. When the enemy is shot to pieces after being thrown high into the air my heart dances.
I like crushing the enemy tank with the 88mm on our tanks. When I mowed down the enemy who fled screaming from the burning tank with an MG my heart leapt.
I like it when the Infantry plow through the enemy's lines with their bayonets all in line. I remember being moved when seeing new recruits filled with panic stabbing an already dead enemy again and again.
Seeing an escapee being strung from a lamp post in the
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Integra lay on her bed; she had been trying to forget everything He said.
His word would ring through her head for hours on end. His story would never cease to be erased from her mind, echoing every painful sentence in her head. She didn't want to hear any more from him, she didn't want to hear any more of his sick twisted logic. She didn't want to see him, talk to him, or even be on the same planet as him. She wished that he would just die and rot in hell. Integra felt burning hatred, the most powerful passionate hatred she ever felt pumping through her veins like battery acid.
She heard the sound of footsteps coming from the hall outside her door, probably her meal she thought. As the trap door opened for her food she stabbed the victim's unsuspecting hand with another wooden stake she made, hoping that their screams of terror would subside her anger, it didn't.
The Major opened the door with a fresh meal for Integra. He closed the door behind him before being decked with a
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Integra awoke on a hard stone ground. Her head was throbbing as if trying to choose what size it wanted to be. Integra didn't care what size it chose, she just wanted it to decide. She scanned the room, or at least she tried to; the room was black, that's all it was, nothing but darkness. Integra laid herself back on the ground, trying to remember what happened. She gasped as the memories came back to her.
They were painful memories; she remembered the death of Alucard, the death of Seras. She recalled the triumph of Millennium. Integra didn't need to guess what happened after she blacked out and she cursed herself for being taken prisoner. "Why didn't they kill me?" she asked herself. Integra reached into her boot, "it's still there." she thought.
From her boot she drew the Walther PPK that she always kept in her boot.
Fumbling with it in the dark she ejected the magazine and drew back on the slide. She heard a small metallic ping of a single round hitting the grou
Love is a battlefield: HistoryBrussels
Official European Union/NATO meeting
Official location: classified
The meeting was heating up, every official presenting their report to each other, and each report causing more and more confusion amongst the officials and military leaders.
The impossible was happening; Europe was facing the flames of war, an unknown enemy. The reports of zombies and unstoppable monsters of amazing speed and prowess were frightening everyone; there was talk of a woman with an old musket shooting down squadrons of fighters with a single shot, of a young boy who cut down men with a single flick of the wrist.
The meeting was assembled to assess the situation and plan a proper counterattack, but the intelligence reports sounded more like myths than the information gathered by trained officials. The meeting was becoming ridiculous. Everyone report sounded more ridiculous than the last, and with every report came more and more retorts.
"There's no need
Love is a battlefield:preludeIntegra had never seen anything like it, Europe in flames. The zeppelin hovered over a ruined Paris, ruble as far as the eye could see, a ruined Arc de Triomphe, a leveled Notre Dame, and a burning Louvre. She had never imagined anything like it.
From the ground she could see an army gathering, the army consisted of a mass of ghouls, the undead soldiers formerly regular humans set out on a long march towards faraway battles, collecting whatever weapons they came upon, retrieving guns from fallen foes, wielding them careless and primitive towards battle.
Integra looked at the spectacle before her eyes. This was how the world was ending, in just a few days the impossible was happening, Europe was going to burn like rice paper, the world was facing a force of strength it had never seen before, something like no other.
She sensed the man behind her; she could feel his eyes tracing her through thick spectacles. The man approached her from behind, hi
Obersturmfuhrer NewBeginningThe setting sun said goodnight to the world, as the great shadow consumed everything before everyone. But battle waits for nothing, the advance may have halted but the artillery never stopped, the flashing of the guns illuminating his face.
The Obersturmführer loved this sight, the rockets glowed red as they streaked across the sky, the burning fires of destroyed vehicles and houses lit the cloudy sky with a fiery orange.
The first few hours of the Obersturmführer's attack they were flooded with Russian prisoners, he ordered all prisoners to be shot.
Seeing enemy soldiers surrender with so much will left to fight giving in was saddening, he didn't want to be burdened with cowards. He wanted them to fight; he didn't want to kill them against the wall, he wanted to kill them out there, on the field of killing and death, he wanted to experience the carnage with them, those who fought against him gave him much pleasure.
He ordered the panzers forward, the treads squealing in the
Obersturmfuhrer:SymphonyThe Obersturmführer requested the air bombing; it was going to begin at 0900. The Obersturmführer set his plans to work, he positioned 90% of his artillery to his rear flank, positioning all his 88mm's and Nebelwerfer's to his rear flank, helping make his false retreat feel more convincing.
He kept what was left of his mortar squads positioning to the front, he needed to have the small bombs scatter the Russian forces as they began the assault. He gathered whatever remaining vehicles he had. Fueling whatever remained of their halftracks and panzers, preparing for his own personal blitzkrieg.
The bombing began, everything went as he had predicted, it was strange seeing the Russian forces charge into the bombing zone like moth to a flame.
It was funny to see a move that was logical but at the same time incredibly stupid, seeing enemy your enemy run into their death, or be given the choice to be executed.
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