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

[Thar]

-snip-

Umm we decided to stay in the states of Illinois and New York. Sorry

Can someone suggest me where to start? I'm bad at starting up in RP's. :P

Invade illinois or something lol


Current State: Driving down a highway

I gripped the steering wheel, knowing that all hell was about to break loose. I swore I saw a man in a parachute bail out of his plane after the Luftwaffe had shot him down. With any luck... he'll still be alive.

[Ad Bot]

[Decepticon]

Current State: Crouch-Running to a highway

I unrolled my map and looked, I was near a highway, probably I could find some people there, I got up and reloaded the MP40 and started crouch-running to my destination keeping cover in the bushes

[Thar]

Current state: Still on the highway

The paratrooper couldn't be far now but I had to move as it wouldn't be long until the national socialists made it through the army in the south. It was then that I saw it. Movement in the bushes 50 yards out. I stopped the car and opened the door reaching for my mauser, only to grab my yarn instead. Oh well it'd have to do. I look up and speak in fluent German, "Zeig heil sleep national socialist! err I mean, is anyone out there?"

[Decepticon]

Current state: Still in bushes or whatever

I slowly risen up with the MP40 hanging over neck and holding the map "Wer sind Sie?" ("Who are you?") I said looking at him.

[Thar]

Current state: Confronting Deception

I hold my yarn up ready to tackle any threat, "I am Dr. Zenzi Reinhold. I maintain a permanent residence nearby and you are?"

[Decepticon]

Current state: Being confronted weirdly.

"Verner Faulke." I said holding the map

[Gojira]

I rudely interrupt by popping a few rounds into the sky.

"Hahaha, they'll never know where that came from..."


That's when I saw two SS officers (Not decepticon or Thar) looking straight at me.

"Oh, stuff. Shouldn't have done that. I quickly pop two .45 rounds into their chests, and before one hit, he managed to hit me in the lower leg.
"AAGH!"
The pain was blinding.
I almost couldn't see. I was so disoriented. I knew my time was short if I couldn't find a field medic or a doctor soon.

[Tomcat]

     Jager missed his old home in Austria. The green grass, the quiet nature. He was jerked away from that paradise into poverty, where the only options were to join the army or die by starvation. Well, he was in the army, and he wasn't starving. The thin, padded seat of the APC he was sitting in made his lower body ache, and the food, though promising before, tasted like crap. He was designated to take out armored vehicles, and he did just that.
     The APC was going to Illinois, to aid in the invasion. Our commanding officer was the one driving it. He was a conscript, just assigned to our squad. He loving always went over the bumps.

Status: Riding a APC to Illinois.

[Conan]

I thought this would grow slowly like most Comm. Projects.

Oh well.


Current State: Driving over to New York after frantic calls from my cousin.

[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.

[Feep]

(FOR STROVBE)

could people fighting for the germans please put this infront of their name? 卐

[Jorici]

Made a mistake on my previous post. Changed Indianapolis to Springfield.

Name: Donathon Miracúl
Current State: Untouched, sitting at a military base near the border of Indiana and Illinois, guarding one of the major interstates that go to Springfield, and then eventually Chicago.
Inventory:
M1 Garand
50 rounds
Binoculars
Compass

I awoke to the sound of gunfire, mortars, cannons, you name it. I grabbed my gun, compass, and binoculars, and rushed out the tent flap. Running over the hill was about one hundred national socialists. We could easily handle them, this base held a full battalion of men in it, around 1,000. The national socialists were attacking with several platoons of soldiers. We had the the advantage, about 10 .30 cal machineguns, many more men, and a reason to fight and die for our homeland.

[Gojira]

Name: Corporal Jacov Steele
Age: 24
Status: in blinding pain
Health: 53/100
Inventory: M1 Carbine Paratrooper (27|150), Colt M1911 (5|140), backpack, combat knife, helmet, stolen national socialist uniform
Gah... Medic... Help...
I black out and ages later wake up in someone's house, with a bandage against my wounded leg. Good thing I managed to get one of those national socialist uniforms on, because this guy was clearly German.
I black out again.

[Gojira]

Bump?

[Tomcat]

     We were approaching a military base near the border of Illinois. They were incredibly dug in, with machine-gun posts and 20mm cannons. As soon as we arrived we had to rush out of the APC and hit the dirt. Heinrich died as soon as he climbed out.
"Jager, destroy that machine-gun nest!"
     Me and my teammate, Adelbert, started the process of loading the Panzershreck. Our squad-mates gave us cover while he loaded it, and I aimed it.
It seemed to last forever, how long it took for the rocket to hit it's mark. A grenade had fallen near our position, and Adel picked it up and threw it back. The MG nest tore his body apart as a last act. The rocket hit it's mark and exploded, killing three who manned the nest. The grenade he threw fell near the hospital, destroying supplies and killing wounded.