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Well, there goes the US's last small sliver of hope...
DR: Maybe Chuck Norris could lead a resistance movement later...
DR: Maybe Chuck Norris could lead a resistance movement later...
fun sites, thanks Yogi
Are the Gebirgsjaegers going to visit the ski slopes of Colorado?
Are the Gebirgsjaegers going to visit the ski slopes of Colorado?
Uh, where is the cavalry? 
Some twist of action would be nice... Yogi, maybe switch sides for 3-4 months and show Heinz and his buddies how Patton fights?
Some twist of action would be nice... Yogi, maybe switch sides for 3-4 months and show Heinz and his buddies how Patton fights?
in my own game in my UNHOLY allience scenario USA and the SU is exchangeing nukes^^ BOOM there 1 million soldiers died...BOOM 2 million more!
Nukes are very very EVIL!!! MUAHHAHA
Nukes are very very EVIL!!! MUAHHAHA
Boo, evil!
October 14, 1943
Major Jean Gaspard gritted his teeth as his M-1 ran dry. Shells whistled overhead, battering the ruins of Kansas City. All around him, the American troops were just laying down their rifles and running. They fought listlessly, like zombies.
Godenot noticed the shift of Gaspard's attention. He chuckled bitterly.
"All they care about is living another day."
Gaspard nodded. "I've lived long enough. We've outlived our homeland, and Britain, and now the whole United States. I'm tired, Luc." Godenot nodded slowly. He handed Gaspard another clip.
German helmets bobbed into view along a trench of artillery craters. Gaspard snapped up his rifle and fired three shots, dropping two men. A potato masher landed in the foxhole, and Godenot hurled it back. The explosion, while it didn't hurt them, deafened them. Gaspard's ears sang with pain. On a nearby ridge, two black drivers commandeered a machine gun and poured fire into the German front lines while the white soldiers fled. Mortar shells started landing around them, but they never flinched. Gaspard and Godenot fired a few more shots, taking advantage of the confusion.
Out of nowhere, a hulking German sergeant flung himself into the foxhole, his knife out. The knife buried itself in Godenot's back, and he went down gasping. Gaspard whipped out his own knife, but the German hurled his whole body against him, flattening him against the foxhole's wall and knocking the knife free. The German had a knee on Gaspard's chest, reaching for his throat. Gaspard jabbed out the German's eyes and clawed his face to shreds. The German shrieked, and Gaspard kicked him off, reaching for his knife. He found it and whipped it into the German's face. As the German died, Gaspard reached for Godenot, but his eyes were already clouded. He was dead.
Gaspard stared down for a moment. He closed his eyes and began undressing.
Three minutes later, he scrambled out of the hole in the German uniform. A pair of Wehrmacht draftees snapped to attention. Gaspard started and saluted them, keeping his head down.
"They're dead. Frenchies, if you believe it. Move east, check those buildings there." The two saluted and ran off. Gaspard smiled grimly, thanking his professors at the Sorbonne for his perfectly accented German. He tore off the helmet, ducking into the ruins of the State Capitol. He had to find a way to get to the American lines, he had to keep fighting. As always, his despair lifted. He just had to keep fighting. Keep killing.
A foot dragged heavily in the dust behind him. He whirled- and saw one of the black soldiers pointing an M-1 at him, clutching at a bloody wound in his belly.
"I'm on your side. I'm with the Free French movement." The soldier paused for a moment and pulled the trigger. Gaspard felt an icy pain crawl from his heart as he stumbled to his knees.
"Goddamn Kraut," whispered the soldier, his black face shining with sweat and pain as he fell to his knees. "You're comin' with me. You killed my brother up there, and now you gonna die too." The soldier groaned, recocking the rifle. Gaspard held up his hand.
He never heard the second shot.
October 14, 1943
Major Jean Gaspard gritted his teeth as his M-1 ran dry. Shells whistled overhead, battering the ruins of Kansas City. All around him, the American troops were just laying down their rifles and running. They fought listlessly, like zombies.
Godenot noticed the shift of Gaspard's attention. He chuckled bitterly.
"All they care about is living another day."
Gaspard nodded. "I've lived long enough. We've outlived our homeland, and Britain, and now the whole United States. I'm tired, Luc." Godenot nodded slowly. He handed Gaspard another clip.
German helmets bobbed into view along a trench of artillery craters. Gaspard snapped up his rifle and fired three shots, dropping two men. A potato masher landed in the foxhole, and Godenot hurled it back. The explosion, while it didn't hurt them, deafened them. Gaspard's ears sang with pain. On a nearby ridge, two black drivers commandeered a machine gun and poured fire into the German front lines while the white soldiers fled. Mortar shells started landing around them, but they never flinched. Gaspard and Godenot fired a few more shots, taking advantage of the confusion.
Out of nowhere, a hulking German sergeant flung himself into the foxhole, his knife out. The knife buried itself in Godenot's back, and he went down gasping. Gaspard whipped out his own knife, but the German hurled his whole body against him, flattening him against the foxhole's wall and knocking the knife free. The German had a knee on Gaspard's chest, reaching for his throat. Gaspard jabbed out the German's eyes and clawed his face to shreds. The German shrieked, and Gaspard kicked him off, reaching for his knife. He found it and whipped it into the German's face. As the German died, Gaspard reached for Godenot, but his eyes were already clouded. He was dead.
Gaspard stared down for a moment. He closed his eyes and began undressing.
Three minutes later, he scrambled out of the hole in the German uniform. A pair of Wehrmacht draftees snapped to attention. Gaspard started and saluted them, keeping his head down.
"They're dead. Frenchies, if you believe it. Move east, check those buildings there." The two saluted and ran off. Gaspard smiled grimly, thanking his professors at the Sorbonne for his perfectly accented German. He tore off the helmet, ducking into the ruins of the State Capitol. He had to find a way to get to the American lines, he had to keep fighting. As always, his despair lifted. He just had to keep fighting. Keep killing.
A foot dragged heavily in the dust behind him. He whirled- and saw one of the black soldiers pointing an M-1 at him, clutching at a bloody wound in his belly.
"I'm on your side. I'm with the Free French movement." The soldier paused for a moment and pulled the trigger. Gaspard felt an icy pain crawl from his heart as he stumbled to his knees.
"Goddamn Kraut," whispered the soldier, his black face shining with sweat and pain as he fell to his knees. "You're comin' with me. You killed my brother up there, and now you gonna die too." The soldier groaned, recocking the rifle. Gaspard held up his hand.
He never heard the second shot.
somewere else....
Pimpus: realy, can this machine..
Albert: CHRONOSPHERE!
Pimpus: yeye, can it...transport things in time?
Albert: and space! it iz marvalous!
Pimpus: oooo my plans might still work! LOAD UP THOSE NUKES! and don't forget the mustard!
40 strong men hauls 10 nukes up on a platform, Pimpus walks over to them and turns them all on
Pimpus: albert! transport the first to berlin!
the nuke starts to shine
Pimpus: this little piggy went to the market!
ZAAT
Pimpus: NEXT! MOSCOW!
this little piggy went to the disco!
ZAAT
Pimpus: LONDON!
this little piggy went to the black market arms dealer...
ZAAAT
while pimpus continued with his nukes in another time...space dimension...in berlin...
FRITZ! that looks like a nuke!
Fritz: HOLY BIEBER!!! I DON*T WANNA DIE!!!
when you see the flash it is already...to late!
Pimpus: realy, can this machine..
Albert: CHRONOSPHERE!
Pimpus: yeye, can it...transport things in time?
Albert: and space! it iz marvalous!
Pimpus: oooo my plans might still work! LOAD UP THOSE NUKES! and don't forget the mustard!
40 strong men hauls 10 nukes up on a platform, Pimpus walks over to them and turns them all on
Pimpus: albert! transport the first to berlin!
the nuke starts to shine
Pimpus: this little piggy went to the market!
ZAAT
Pimpus: NEXT! MOSCOW!
this little piggy went to the disco!
ZAAT
Pimpus: LONDON!
this little piggy went to the black market arms dealer...
ZAAAT
while pimpus continued with his nukes in another time...space dimension...in berlin...
FRITZ! that looks like a nuke!
Fritz: HOLY BIEBER!!! I DON*T WANNA DIE!!!
when you see the flash it is already...to late!
LOL! Great post, Pruf! I guess what goes around comes around, eh?
MegaPIMP: What are you on?
MegaPIMP: What are you on?
First step towards making it to your own lines is to take off the enemy uniform!
Kind of makes identifaction difficult, to say the least.
Kind of makes identifaction difficult, to say the least.
No, I haven't, but I have been busy organizing the baptism of Yogi Jr. There will be an update within the next few days.
Absolutely great!
*puh* finally managed to catch up with this AAR. It's been captivating (and exciting in the sense that I've been afraid my boss might catch me reading it instead of working...)
Lots of people have suggested turning this into a PDF; I'll second (twenty-seventh?) that. If you need help in doing so, let me know. It'd be a privilege to help bringing this great piece of work to the masses!
And as innumerable people have said before me: More! Update!
Regards,
Rafiki
*puh* finally managed to catch up with this AAR. It's been captivating (and exciting in the sense that I've been afraid my boss might catch me reading it instead of working...)
Lots of people have suggested turning this into a PDF; I'll second (twenty-seventh?) that. If you need help in doing so, let me know. It'd be a privilege to help bringing this great piece of work to the masses!
And as innumerable people have said before me: More! Update!
Regards,
Rafiki
ghost writers
arent they what prufock451 and mettrmeck are? i mean they sort of are ghost writers...
is there any chance of being able to get some of your save games to be available for download yogi?
enthralled since the 5th page
arent they what prufock451 and mettrmeck are? i mean they sort of are ghost writers...
is there any chance of being able to get some of your save games to be available for download yogi?
enthralled since the 5th page
