The national socialist occupation of the US. (Alternate history)

[*Magick* Mage]

I want to join, but I'm unsure as of yet to what I'd do. Maybe later tonight. :u

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[Jorici]

Name: Donathon Miracúl
Current State: Feelin' Good

Inventory:
M1 Garand
32 rounds
Binoculars
Compass

After about two hours of fighting, all of the national socialists either died or retreated. We all cheered, some of us fired a few rounds into the air,
Our base was still in pretty good condition, and only a dozen or so men died. Minimal casualties. Now that was something to Celebrate about. I even saw some men hugging each other. Illinois was safe for now.

Or so we thought. During the midst of our celebration, we heard a ferocious scream. It wasn't the scream of a single men, it was the sound of thousands of men, eager to defeat their enemies in battle. The first national socialists rounded the hill. Then the rest of them Thousands of soldiers. Tanks and Half-Tracks. This was the beginning of the end.

[Strovbe]

I can't believe what I just saw. I wanted to do something, but I couldn't give away our positions. I took a picture, so if we win this forgetin' war I have proof of what these starfishs did, as if I didn't already have enough. THEY SHOT THAT LITTLE GIRL. They shot her. She almost escaped from them, and they shot her. forgetin' starfishs. If only I could've fired a couple of shots into their heads.

[Gojira]

Anyone gonna base a post off of my post? :c

[Strovbe]

Too busy taking pics of war crimes.

[Cucumber!]

And then the Inglourious Basterds come right?

[Gojira]

Eenope.

[Jorici]

Do you care if I make some pictures in Garrys Mod?

[Strovbe]

Do you care if I make some pictures in Garrys Mod?

As long as you style them similar to mine.

[Feep]

Juan Cabrillo: currently falling over Illinois;


I awoke 5,000 feet from the ground.
I grabbed my chute cord and realised i still had all of my flight gear on me and my parachute was armed.
I found myself located over a highway, with several damaged vehices and potholes everywhere.
I snapped open my chute at 600ft and hoped for the best, but landed on a light pole and blacked out.

[Harm94]

Name: Max Rockwell

current sate: Fight or Flight

Inventory:
M1 Garand
4 rifle magazines

I turn around to see a Jap charging at us with a katana and 2 live grenade. Seeing him was like an eternity. Then a burst of blood came out of his chest followed by an explosion. Our radioman who wounded the Jap claimed his katana as a war trophy. The mg nests kept firing on our position, but we kept low. Then an M4 Sherman rolls up and I could the roar of the flame throwers roasting and torching the buildings that the Japs used for cover. We climbed out and moved through several alleys and buildings. When had made it to the old goveners office which had been used as an Field HQ for Japense forces in the area. We were then ordered to take down the Japanese flag and put up an American one. Then we broke up into two man teams to search for Civillians, but they were no where in sight.

[SailorMan]

Very interesting. My character is my Avatar

Name: Gregory Reeve
Gender- Male
Age- 19
Occupation before the war- Civil Air Patrol
Current state- Hiding/ protecting civilians. (Tip of LI)
Personality- No nonsense, get to it mentality.
Inventory-
BAR
1 full ammo box, one half full
Bayonet

Interesting fact (xD)- My father could fly and taught me, but I never got an official license.

As I spit out the pin from my grenade, I tossed it over my wrecked car towards the enemy, where it bounced off a building and into an ally way. As parts of the building collapsed, I bid farewell to my car and ran through the smoke and rubble. No more scouting missions for me. As I rounded a corner, heading for the few resistance soldiers left at the tip of Long Island,  I noticed 4 German soldiers smoking and writing letters in a machine gun nest at the end of the street.
"stuff," I thought. "How am I gonna get out of this one?" As I prepared for a last stand, I heard loud yelling coming from behind me. It was the resistance! They opened fire on the unsuspecting Germans as I got clear.
They walked towards me with guns slung over their shoulders, and they said,
"Where the hell were you? You were supposed to be back an hour ago!" All I could muster was a thanks.

PS. The only reason why Germany lost the battle of britain in the real war is  because Riddler let up attacks from the Luftwaffe on the British Royal Airforce/ factories. He thought they had pretty much no planes left. That was almost true, except that break let them make aircraft in factories.

[Gojira]

bump?

[Strovbe]

bump?

[Gojira]

Name: Corporal Jacov Steele
Age: 24
Status: Recovering
Health: 57/100
Inventory: M1 Carbine Paratrooper (27|150), Colt M1911 (5|140), backpack, combat knife, helmet, stolen national socialist uniform
"Where am I... I ought to get out of here!" I yell in passable German. I run for the door, kicking it down and running for a hill. What I see when I reach the top... I'm not even gonna describe it in detail. Basically the national socialists shot a little boy who was hardly even nine, maybe even seven. They shot him in the leg, and after a minute shot him in the other. Then they shot his arms. Then his kneecaps. Then his hands. Then his head. In between each shot was about a one minute interval.