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<blockquote data-quote="ledded" data-source="post: 1392532" data-attributes="member: 12744"><p><strong>[PLAIN]We were like gods once... [Conclusions, and new beginnings][/PLAIN]</strong></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: lemonchiffon">Little did Smitty know, just a short ways behind them a Kubelwagon with 2 passengers has stopped, one of them standing beside it looking at a battered M20 command car.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: lemonchiffon">Captain Michaels stares weakly at the strange figure in black leather standing before him, blood trailing from his nose, too badly injured to lift his body off of the mounting ring for his .50 cal.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: lemonchiffon">The… <em>thing</em>… lifts its hands, and a voice like someone speaking deeply into a large barrel bellows forth.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><strong><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: lemonchiffon">“Amerikanischer Affe. Mai der Fuhrer Piss auf Ihrem Grab.”</span></span></strong></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: lemonchiffon">Captain Michaels defiantly spits a gobbet of blood onto the Nazi’s boot, and the last thought he has is of his wife and kids back home before his world is filled with flame, and then darkness.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: lemonchiffon">……</span></span></p><p> </p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: lemonchiffon">Smitty and Hank swivel back, look in open-mouthed surprise at one another, and both dive leaning to the side as the BF-109’s guns roar.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: lemonchiffon">BRRRAAAAPPP!</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: lemonchiffon">Smitty quickly sits up just as Hank leans back up into his seat beside him.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: lemonchiffon">Hank half-stands, laughing and shaking his fist at the climbing plane. </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: lemonchiffon">“HaHAAAA ding-dang ole dummy! Ya missed us ya danged Kraut sissy-boy! HaHAHA!”</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: lemonchiffon">Smitty taps Hanks arm, and Hank plops down into his seat.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: lemonchiffon">“Dangit Smitty, leave me be a sec ole buddypal-ding-dangit, we gots ta GO”, Hank shoots over at Smitty as he looks back over his shoulder and pops the clutch, slamming the accelerator to the floor with a silly grin on his face.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: lemonchiffon">Nothing happens.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: lemonchiffon">Smitty taps Hank again, but this time he’s standing beside the jeep. Hank looks at him, a confused look on his face, and a wide-eyed Smitty jabs his finger a couple times in rapid succession towards the front of the jeep.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: lemonchiffon">To where, much to Hank’s chagrin, the smoking engine and front end of the jeep is riddled with bullet holes and spread out all over the road.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: lemonchiffon">“Well hell, I caint fix THAT so easy…”, Hank mumbles, in a daze.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: lemonchiffon">“Hank, gotta go buddy, we got company!”, Smitty says as he pulls Hank’s arm towards the woods and they take off running. They notice a Kubelwagon approaching rapidly, and Smitty wonders how the guy in the back seat is standing up so tall as the little car careens towards them, hitting the brakes.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="color: lemonchiffon"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Germans are closing in from everywhere shooting at them. Smitty duck-slides under several bursts from MP40’s into cover behind a tree, bringing up his </span><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Springfield</span><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"> and snapping off a shot at the approaching Germans.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: lemonchiffon">Hank turns back when he hears screeching tires, and then spins back away from Smitty as a round tears into his body, hitting the ground in a boneless lump.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: lemonchiffon">Smitty turns back towards the Kubelwagon, sees the driver cycling the bolt on a large scoped rifle and fires at him. The bullet rips through the windshield and creases a red line across the side of the German, who quickly looks up at Smitty. And smiles.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: lemonchiffon">Just as Smitty is about to chamber another round, the standing German in black leather actually *stands up*, and the Kubelwagon rocks under his weight. Smitty just stares, mouth hanging open, in shock. The Nazi is wearing a black leather overcoat and gloves, a black officers cap, and his face is covered in some kind of black mask, with goggles and 2 hoses that lead off over his shoulders. </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: lemonchiffon">He is at least 9 feet tall.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: lemonchiffon">And then, with a leap, he <em>flies</em> at least 30 feet into the air, stops, and huge gouts of flame race out of his hands to hit the ground explosively into the spot Smitty just rolled out of.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: lemonchiffon">……</span></span></p><p> </p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: lemonchiffon">John painfully gets to his knees, then to his feet in front of the jeering Nazis. He can see the large house from the crossroads behind them, and is shocked to see the walls contracting and expanding, almost <em>breathing</em>, amber light crackling with lightning forcefully spilling out of the windows. There is a teeth-grinding sound building, a dull whine starting to overtake the sounds of the battle.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: lemonchiffon">“Was denken Sie, Hans? Schießen Sie den amerikanischen Flieger und gehen Sie dann haben etwas schnapps?” one of the Nazis, MP40 leveled at John, remarks to the other with a cordial smile.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: lemonchiffon">“Ja. Läßt gehen”, the second, more serious one replies.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: lemonchiffon">John takes a deep, resigned sigh, shoulders slumping, then explodes into action. His fist catches the first one under the chin and he shoves him into the second, then turns and sprints as fast as he can away from them.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="color: lemonchiffon"><em><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Master race my ass</span></em><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">, he thinks with a rueful smile<em>, too stupid to figure out if someone speaks German before talking about killing him right in front of him</em>.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: lemonchiffon">He hears them recover and fire, the bullets kicking up blasts of dust around him, but he’s in rare form, adrenaline pumping wildly through his system, and though injured he is convinced he’s not too injured to get the hell out of here.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: lemonchiffon">Their footsteps ring out behind John as they scream for him to stop, firing their MP40’s to little effect.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: lemonchiffon">John hazards a smirking glance back, catches his toe on a root, and stumbles.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: lemonchiffon">Just then, the entire world seems to go dark for a second, as if holding in a large breath, and slows to a tenth of its normal speed.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: lemonchiffon">There is a WHUMP followed by a high keening as a perfect dome of crackling amber energy sweeps outward from the house, sloughing it off like a dried snakeskin. It SCREECHES horribly as it grows outwards in size, sweeping up tanks, trees, and loose earth before it and tossing them like a tidal wave of rumbling lightning.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: lemonchiffon">John feels his body start to hit the ground as time slows, sees the Germans start to glance backwards in slow motion as the SCREAMING amber semi-sphere overtakes them.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: lemonchiffon">John raises his hands protectively, a “no no nonono” escaping his lips involuntarily as both Germans FLASH to skeletons when the wall of energy reaches them, their bony faces locked in a fleshless rictus of surprise and intense pain, and continues unabated towards him.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: lemonchiffon">……</span></span></p><p> </p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: lemonchiffon">Hank blinks through the pain in his side and tries to sit up, wondering when it got so dark, as a strange ground-shaking WHUMP sound brings him back to reality.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: lemonchiffon">He hears Smitty screaming wildly and when he looks, he inhales a deep, stuttering breath, choking back bile, as everything slows around him to a crawl.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: lemonchiffon">Smitty is on one knee, left arm raised protectively over his face and mouth wide in pain and anguish, as the enormous German hovers above him, gouts of flame from his hands burning the flesh on Smitty’s arm to the bone and washing over the left side of his face.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: lemonchiffon">Hank begins to scream as the hairs raise all over his body.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: lemonchiffon">A rippling amber wall of WAILING lightning races towards them, trucks and trees bouncing down the road ahead of it, and then passes over Hank, Smitty, and the Germans.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: lemonchiffon">The world becomes a bright, white light for all of them.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: lemonchiffon">There was no more sound.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: lemonchiffon">There was no more pain.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: lemonchiffon">And then, there was no more anything.</span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="ledded, post: 1392532, member: 12744"] [b][PLAIN]We were like gods once... [Conclusions, and new beginnings][/PLAIN][/b] [font=Verdana][color=lemonchiffon]Little did Smitty know, just a short ways behind them a Kubelwagon with 2 passengers has stopped, one of them standing beside it looking at a battered M20 command car.[/color][/font] [font=Verdana][color=lemonchiffon]Captain Michaels stares weakly at the strange figure in black leather standing before him, blood trailing from his nose, too badly injured to lift his body off of the mounting ring for his .50 cal.[/color][/font] [font=Verdana][color=lemonchiffon]The… [i]thing[/i]… lifts its hands, and a voice like someone speaking deeply into a large barrel bellows forth.[/color][/font] [b][font=Verdana][color=lemonchiffon]“Amerikanischer Affe. Mai der Fuhrer Piss auf Ihrem Grab.”[/color][/font][/b] [font=Verdana][color=lemonchiffon]Captain Michaels defiantly spits a gobbet of blood onto the Nazi’s boot, and the last thought he has is of his wife and kids back home before his world is filled with flame, and then darkness.[/color][/font] [font=Verdana][color=lemonchiffon]……[/color][/font] [font=Verdana][color=lemonchiffon]Smitty and Hank swivel back, look in open-mouthed surprise at one another, and both dive leaning to the side as the BF-109’s guns roar.[/color][/font] [font=Verdana][color=lemonchiffon]BRRRAAAAPPP![/color][/font] [font=Verdana][color=lemonchiffon]Smitty quickly sits up just as Hank leans back up into his seat beside him.[/color][/font] [font=Verdana][color=lemonchiffon]Hank half-stands, laughing and shaking his fist at the climbing plane. [/color][/font] [font=Verdana][color=lemonchiffon]“HaHAAAA ding-dang ole dummy! Ya missed us ya danged Kraut sissy-boy! HaHAHA!”[/color][/font] [font=Verdana][color=lemonchiffon]Smitty taps Hanks arm, and Hank plops down into his seat.[/color][/font] [font=Verdana][color=lemonchiffon]“Dangit Smitty, leave me be a sec ole buddypal-ding-dangit, we gots ta GO”, Hank shoots over at Smitty as he looks back over his shoulder and pops the clutch, slamming the accelerator to the floor with a silly grin on his face.[/color][/font] [font=Verdana][color=lemonchiffon]Nothing happens.[/color][/font] [font=Verdana][color=lemonchiffon]Smitty taps Hank again, but this time he’s standing beside the jeep. Hank looks at him, a confused look on his face, and a wide-eyed Smitty jabs his finger a couple times in rapid succession towards the front of the jeep.[/color][/font] [font=Verdana][color=lemonchiffon]To where, much to Hank’s chagrin, the smoking engine and front end of the jeep is riddled with bullet holes and spread out all over the road.[/color][/font] [font=Verdana][color=lemonchiffon]“Well hell, I caint fix THAT so easy…”, Hank mumbles, in a daze.[/color][/font] [font=Verdana][color=lemonchiffon]“Hank, gotta go buddy, we got company!”, Smitty says as he pulls Hank’s arm towards the woods and they take off running. They notice a Kubelwagon approaching rapidly, and Smitty wonders how the guy in the back seat is standing up so tall as the little car careens towards them, hitting the brakes.[/color][/font] [color=lemonchiffon][font=Verdana]Germans are closing in from everywhere shooting at them. Smitty duck-slides under several bursts from MP40’s into cover behind a tree, bringing up his [/font][font=Verdana]Springfield[/font][font=Verdana] and snapping off a shot at the approaching Germans.[/font][/color] [font=Verdana][color=lemonchiffon]Hank turns back when he hears screeching tires, and then spins back away from Smitty as a round tears into his body, hitting the ground in a boneless lump.[/color][/font] [font=Verdana][color=lemonchiffon]Smitty turns back towards the Kubelwagon, sees the driver cycling the bolt on a large scoped rifle and fires at him. The bullet rips through the windshield and creases a red line across the side of the German, who quickly looks up at Smitty. And smiles.[/color][/font] [font=Verdana][color=lemonchiffon]Just as Smitty is about to chamber another round, the standing German in black leather actually *stands up*, and the Kubelwagon rocks under his weight. Smitty just stares, mouth hanging open, in shock. The Nazi is wearing a black leather overcoat and gloves, a black officers cap, and his face is covered in some kind of black mask, with goggles and 2 hoses that lead off over his shoulders. [/color][/font] [font=Verdana][color=lemonchiffon]He is at least 9 feet tall.[/color][/font] [font=Verdana][color=lemonchiffon]And then, with a leap, he [i]flies[/i] at least 30 feet into the air, stops, and huge gouts of flame race out of his hands to hit the ground explosively into the spot Smitty just rolled out of.[/color][/font] [font=Verdana][color=lemonchiffon]……[/color][/font] [font=Verdana][color=lemonchiffon]John painfully gets to his knees, then to his feet in front of the jeering Nazis. He can see the large house from the crossroads behind them, and is shocked to see the walls contracting and expanding, almost [i]breathing[/i], amber light crackling with lightning forcefully spilling out of the windows. There is a teeth-grinding sound building, a dull whine starting to overtake the sounds of the battle.[/color][/font] [font=Verdana][color=lemonchiffon]“Was denken Sie, Hans? Schießen Sie den amerikanischen Flieger und gehen Sie dann haben etwas schnapps?” one of the Nazis, MP40 leveled at John, remarks to the other with a cordial smile.[/color][/font] [font=Verdana][color=lemonchiffon]“Ja. Läßt gehen”, the second, more serious one replies.[/color][/font] [font=Verdana][color=lemonchiffon]John takes a deep, resigned sigh, shoulders slumping, then explodes into action. His fist catches the first one under the chin and he shoves him into the second, then turns and sprints as fast as he can away from them.[/color][/font] [color=lemonchiffon][i][font=Verdana]Master race my ass[/font][/i][font=Verdana], he thinks with a rueful smile[i], too stupid to figure out if someone speaks German before talking about killing him right in front of him[/i].[/font][/color] [font=Verdana][color=lemonchiffon]He hears them recover and fire, the bullets kicking up blasts of dust around him, but he’s in rare form, adrenaline pumping wildly through his system, and though injured he is convinced he’s not too injured to get the hell out of here.[/color][/font] [font=Verdana][color=lemonchiffon]Their footsteps ring out behind John as they scream for him to stop, firing their MP40’s to little effect.[/color][/font] [font=Verdana][color=lemonchiffon]John hazards a smirking glance back, catches his toe on a root, and stumbles.[/color][/font] [font=Verdana][color=lemonchiffon]Just then, the entire world seems to go dark for a second, as if holding in a large breath, and slows to a tenth of its normal speed.[/color][/font] [font=Verdana][color=lemonchiffon]There is a WHUMP followed by a high keening as a perfect dome of crackling amber energy sweeps outward from the house, sloughing it off like a dried snakeskin. It SCREECHES horribly as it grows outwards in size, sweeping up tanks, trees, and loose earth before it and tossing them like a tidal wave of rumbling lightning.[/color][/font] [font=Verdana][color=lemonchiffon]John feels his body start to hit the ground as time slows, sees the Germans start to glance backwards in slow motion as the SCREAMING amber semi-sphere overtakes them.[/color][/font] [font=Verdana][color=lemonchiffon]John raises his hands protectively, a “no no nonono” escaping his lips involuntarily as both Germans FLASH to skeletons when the wall of energy reaches them, their bony faces locked in a fleshless rictus of surprise and intense pain, and continues unabated towards him.[/color][/font] [font=Verdana][color=lemonchiffon]……[/color][/font] [font=Verdana][color=lemonchiffon]Hank blinks through the pain in his side and tries to sit up, wondering when it got so dark, as a strange ground-shaking WHUMP sound brings him back to reality.[/color][/font] [font=Verdana][color=lemonchiffon]He hears Smitty screaming wildly and when he looks, he inhales a deep, stuttering breath, choking back bile, as everything slows around him to a crawl.[/color][/font] [font=Verdana][color=lemonchiffon]Smitty is on one knee, left arm raised protectively over his face and mouth wide in pain and anguish, as the enormous German hovers above him, gouts of flame from his hands burning the flesh on Smitty’s arm to the bone and washing over the left side of his face.[/color][/font] [font=Verdana][color=lemonchiffon]Hank begins to scream as the hairs raise all over his body.[/color][/font] [font=Verdana][color=lemonchiffon]A rippling amber wall of WAILING lightning races towards them, trucks and trees bouncing down the road ahead of it, and then passes over Hank, Smitty, and the Germans.[/color][/font] [font=Verdana][color=lemonchiffon]The world becomes a bright, white light for all of them.[/color][/font] [font=Verdana][color=lemonchiffon]There was no more sound.[/color][/font] [font=Verdana][color=lemonchiffon]There was no more pain.[/color][/font] [font=Verdana][color=lemonchiffon]And then, there was no more anything.[/color][/font] [/QUOTE]
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