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ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ʙᴀʙʏʟᴏɴ
The year is 1943.
Hitler broke the Molotov–Ribbentrop Pact with the operation Barbarossa, which meant the industrial giant of Europe, the USSR, would enter into the bloodiest conflict known to modern man. World War Two. Although to these brave Russians, it would become the Great Patriotic War. One where they fought tooth and claw against the darkening shadows of fascism which encased the continent.
Into the motherland the German army marched, panzers on Russian soil as they savaged their way through and attempted to reach its pulsating heart; the thundering pistons of steel and coal that kept their heads above a war they were unprepared for. Thus, those young men, a million strong, fresh-faced - would be Stalin's weapon. Not guns, not tanks, it would be flesh and blood. The war machine of Russia would push on till Berlin. Only when the fields had been soaked in red would the Russians at last rest.
There is thunder in the East. And the Reich began to fear it. For it was a storm that would wreak havoc, and decimate the Germans in a stand that would resound for centuries to come.
From Nightwitches to the Red Army, Hitler would send leagues to their deaths.
It's the height of summer, July. Stalingrad is beginning to slip back into Soviet hands, and another offensive by the Axis has been launched against Kursk. It is up to these men and women, the shield of the Union, to deflect the enemy. Fight for your lives.
- This is 1943! Don't do anything out of that time era, or I'll come and smack you one.
- RpN rules apply, if it gets steamy fade to black and take it elsewhere
- Don't let fights and tensions from the IC leak into the OOC
- At LEAST a paragraph of 5 LINES for each reply. NO ONE LINERS.
- Don't be a dick.
- Be nice, have fun, lets go kick some Nazi butts
Hitler broke the Molotov–Ribbentrop Pact with the operation Barbarossa, which meant the industrial giant of Europe, the USSR, would enter into the bloodiest conflict known to modern man. World War Two. Although to these brave Russians, it would become the Great Patriotic War. One where they fought tooth and claw against the darkening shadows of fascism which encased the continent.
Into the motherland the German army marched, panzers on Russian soil as they savaged their way through and attempted to reach its pulsating heart; the thundering pistons of steel and coal that kept their heads above a war they were unprepared for. Thus, those young men, a million strong, fresh-faced - would be Stalin's weapon. Not guns, not tanks, it would be flesh and blood. The war machine of Russia would push on till Berlin. Only when the fields had been soaked in red would the Russians at last rest.
There is thunder in the East. And the Reich began to fear it. For it was a storm that would wreak havoc, and decimate the Germans in a stand that would resound for centuries to come.
From Nightwitches to the Red Army, Hitler would send leagues to their deaths.
It's the height of summer, July. Stalingrad is beginning to slip back into Soviet hands, and another offensive by the Axis has been launched against Kursk. It is up to these men and women, the shield of the Union, to deflect the enemy. Fight for your lives.
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RULES:
- This is 1943! Don't do anything out of that time era, or I'll come and smack you one.
- RpN rules apply, if it gets steamy fade to black and take it elsewhere
- Don't let fights and tensions from the IC leak into the OOC
- At LEAST a paragraph of 5 LINES for each reply. NO ONE LINERS.
- Don't be a dick.
- Be nice, have fun, lets go kick some Nazi butts
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