Rommel: Well, how did the mission go?
Kramari: Exactly as I planned!
Rommel: And, what was your plan?
Kramari: To win the game!
Rommel: Ok...Did you blow up the wall?
Kramari: What wall?
Rommel:...:wacko: *leaps at Kramari* DIE!!
Lifeless and Hannibalbarca pulled of Rommel, and injected some Elephant tranquilizer into his blood. Rommel began to sleep.
A few weeks later, Rommel awoke.
Rommel: Huh...KRAMARI!!! Wait, where am I?
nurse: You're in the hospital. Your friends said you were a bit crazy.
Rommel: I'm not crazy, I'm the leader of the ROYAL PRUSSIAN ARMY!!! *dramatic music*
Nurse: Of course you are...anyway, someone sent you a package.
Rommel: A package? *squeels* Where is it!? Where is it!?
Nurse: On your lap.
Rommel: *looks down* Oh. Thanks.
The Nurse left, and rommel looked at who sent it. It was addressed from the Kremlin.
Rommel: *opens package*
Inside was a laptop, and on it was a small box, labeled Hearts of Iron 2: Doomsday (trademark of the paradox company)
Rommel turned on the laptop, and installed the game. He opened the game, and after a few moments of loading, loud, booming music played. He turned off the volume before the wall tore down, and proceded to try the tutorials. He got through them with ease. After all, he WAS commander of the German Army.
Nurse: Of course he is.
Yoy: BACK IN YOUR HOLE, SLAVE!!
Anyways, he turned on the counters, since they looked like what he used to command troops, and begun to play his first game as Germany. Appearantly, this game took place between 1936-1953, where the world looked as it actually was in 1936. However, when he got to 1942, it appeared that the Soviets had halted Germany, and the US had joined the allies. In 1944, he was losing, and by 1945, Germany was split. To his horror, Japan was nuked, and later surrendered. What REALLY scared him was the other war, between the Communists and Allies. They fought in Germany, turning it into a total wasteland.
However, he became addicted to this game. After 2 weeks, he decided to try online. Online, he saw someone named Stalin_B_bad. He joined a game with him. It was Germany(rommel) vs. Soviet Union(stalin_b_bad). The year was...1942. And, the borders were all exactly as they were in real life.
Rommel: WTF!?
stalin: Hello Rommel! It's me, Stalin!
Rommel: What are you doing?
stalin: Oh, I'm just playing a game. Except this time, it's fo real!
Rommel: What do you mean?
Stalin: Those units you have before you are real units. We are using the real armies that both our countries have, and now, we will fight.
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Lifeless: Ugh...so..bored.
Hannibalbarca; Nothing...to...do...hey, let's beat up Kramari again!
Lifeless: Yeah!
Kramari: HUH!?
Lifeless went to hold Kramari so Hannibalbarca could beat him up. But, before they landed more than 2,000 punches, the commander appeared.
Commander: Gentlemen, for some odd reason, I feel like attacking Moscow. Let's go!
Lifeless, Kramari and Hannibalbarca, all confused, went with the commander. They loaded in their uniforms, and went into the trucks. On the trucks:
Hannibalbarca: I wonder where we are going?
Lifeless: I don-
Truck driver: GET DOWN!
everyone ducked, just as the truck behind them exploded. Right after the explosion, a Spitfire flew over the trucks.
Commander: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?
Spitfire_Pilot: Haha, gotcha!
You see, this spitfire pilot had been making random strafes all across the globe. One minute in France, the next in Russia. However, due to problems in Russia, he stayed in Moscow, drinking vodka, seeing Russian opera, drinking vodka, going to strip clubs, drinking vodka, and enjoying the cool Russian commander clothes. Did I mention drinking vodka? Oh yeah, that's the good stuff, right there.
Lifeless: Damn you Britain, and your stupid planes!
Spitfire_Pilot: *over radio to trucks* Whatchyou sayin' bout ma planes, boy?
Lifeless:...uh, no- nothing.
Spitfire_pilot: Bombs away!
BOOM!
The truck veered off the road, and landed in a ditch, because that's what always happenes when you veer off a road.
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Back in the hospital, Rommel had just launched Operation: Typhoon, and Stalin was bombing forces like he was a mad man. Wait a minute...
Rommel: Oh yeah? Well, here comes my LUFTWAFFELS!!
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In Russia...
Hannibalbarca: Hey, what's that?
In the sky, there were 8 new planes. They were German. They headed towards the Spitfire_pilot, and began to shoot him. Spitfire_pilot, who was playing his new game for gameboy, called "chickensh*t", didn't pay attention to the planes. While his plane was pulling funky maneuvers, he was trying to time jumping off the train just right, so he could beat the other loser. BOOM! The other guy was severed in half when they hit the tunnel, and his guy was safe!
The German planes, in utter confusion, managed to crash into eachother, and drop bombs over themselves.
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Rommel: NO WAY! How is it that 2 of my air divisions are getting kicked by that one piece of crap division?
Stalin: Guess you should research some doctrines! Loser!
Kramari: Exactly as I planned!
Rommel: And, what was your plan?
Kramari: To win the game!
Rommel: Ok...Did you blow up the wall?
Kramari: What wall?
Rommel:...:wacko: *leaps at Kramari* DIE!!
Lifeless and Hannibalbarca pulled of Rommel, and injected some Elephant tranquilizer into his blood. Rommel began to sleep.
A few weeks later, Rommel awoke.
Rommel: Huh...KRAMARI!!! Wait, where am I?
nurse: You're in the hospital. Your friends said you were a bit crazy.
Rommel: I'm not crazy, I'm the leader of the ROYAL PRUSSIAN ARMY!!! *dramatic music*
Nurse: Of course you are...anyway, someone sent you a package.
Rommel: A package? *squeels* Where is it!? Where is it!?
Nurse: On your lap.
Rommel: *looks down* Oh. Thanks.
The Nurse left, and rommel looked at who sent it. It was addressed from the Kremlin.
Rommel: *opens package*
Inside was a laptop, and on it was a small box, labeled Hearts of Iron 2: Doomsday (trademark of the paradox company)
Rommel turned on the laptop, and installed the game. He opened the game, and after a few moments of loading, loud, booming music played. He turned off the volume before the wall tore down, and proceded to try the tutorials. He got through them with ease. After all, he WAS commander of the German Army.
Nurse: Of course he is.
Yoy: BACK IN YOUR HOLE, SLAVE!!
Anyways, he turned on the counters, since they looked like what he used to command troops, and begun to play his first game as Germany. Appearantly, this game took place between 1936-1953, where the world looked as it actually was in 1936. However, when he got to 1942, it appeared that the Soviets had halted Germany, and the US had joined the allies. In 1944, he was losing, and by 1945, Germany was split. To his horror, Japan was nuked, and later surrendered. What REALLY scared him was the other war, between the Communists and Allies. They fought in Germany, turning it into a total wasteland.
However, he became addicted to this game. After 2 weeks, he decided to try online. Online, he saw someone named Stalin_B_bad. He joined a game with him. It was Germany(rommel) vs. Soviet Union(stalin_b_bad). The year was...1942. And, the borders were all exactly as they were in real life.
Rommel: WTF!?
stalin: Hello Rommel! It's me, Stalin!
Rommel: What are you doing?
stalin: Oh, I'm just playing a game. Except this time, it's fo real!
Rommel: What do you mean?
Stalin: Those units you have before you are real units. We are using the real armies that both our countries have, and now, we will fight.
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Lifeless: Ugh...so..bored.
Hannibalbarca; Nothing...to...do...hey, let's beat up Kramari again!
Lifeless: Yeah!
Kramari: HUH!?
Lifeless went to hold Kramari so Hannibalbarca could beat him up. But, before they landed more than 2,000 punches, the commander appeared.
Commander: Gentlemen, for some odd reason, I feel like attacking Moscow. Let's go!
Lifeless, Kramari and Hannibalbarca, all confused, went with the commander. They loaded in their uniforms, and went into the trucks. On the trucks:
Hannibalbarca: I wonder where we are going?
Lifeless: I don-
Truck driver: GET DOWN!
everyone ducked, just as the truck behind them exploded. Right after the explosion, a Spitfire flew over the trucks.
Commander: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?
Spitfire_Pilot: Haha, gotcha!
You see, this spitfire pilot had been making random strafes all across the globe. One minute in France, the next in Russia. However, due to problems in Russia, he stayed in Moscow, drinking vodka, seeing Russian opera, drinking vodka, going to strip clubs, drinking vodka, and enjoying the cool Russian commander clothes. Did I mention drinking vodka? Oh yeah, that's the good stuff, right there.
Lifeless: Damn you Britain, and your stupid planes!
Spitfire_Pilot: *over radio to trucks* Whatchyou sayin' bout ma planes, boy?
Lifeless:...uh, no- nothing.
Spitfire_pilot: Bombs away!
BOOM!
The truck veered off the road, and landed in a ditch, because that's what always happenes when you veer off a road.
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Back in the hospital, Rommel had just launched Operation: Typhoon, and Stalin was bombing forces like he was a mad man. Wait a minute...
Rommel: Oh yeah? Well, here comes my LUFTWAFFELS!!
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In Russia...
Hannibalbarca: Hey, what's that?
In the sky, there were 8 new planes. They were German. They headed towards the Spitfire_pilot, and began to shoot him. Spitfire_pilot, who was playing his new game for gameboy, called "chickensh*t", didn't pay attention to the planes. While his plane was pulling funky maneuvers, he was trying to time jumping off the train just right, so he could beat the other loser. BOOM! The other guy was severed in half when they hit the tunnel, and his guy was safe!
The German planes, in utter confusion, managed to crash into eachother, and drop bombs over themselves.
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Rommel: NO WAY! How is it that 2 of my air divisions are getting kicked by that one piece of crap division?
Stalin: Guess you should research some doctrines! Loser!