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

[lancer]

Name: Lance Roosevelt

Gender: male

Age: 24

Occupation before the war: school teacher

Original country*: Australia

Civilian, Rebel, Prisoner, or Soldier?: Soldier

Current State***: Ohio stocking up on ammunition.

Personality: brave, alert, always ready to point a gun to a germans face.

Picture of yourself**:

Inventory: M1911 (7/54) sten (25/50) german stalhielm grenades (x3) german helmet.

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[SailorMan]

Sorry I haven't posted in a while-
Gregory Reeve.

Health 100/100

As I sat on my side, looking out the window, I could see the flickering of flames in the distance. It was mesmerizing. all of the sudden, the last of the bombers came streaking overhead. Bombs reined down on our secret resistance base (out of chance). One bomb's whistle sounded particularly close. . .

***

A large wall of fire git the barracks from an explosion. The sound of the glass windows blowing open with extreme force was muted out by the screams of the soon to be victims the bomb. A large portion of the old brick building we called home collapsed over the civilian section of the barracks. The muted screams of women and children came from under the rubble, echoing in the cold, empty hallways. I jumped from my bed and tried to run to help, only to fall down. Pain surged throughout my right leg. I looked down, welcomed by the sight of blood, and shrapnel in my deep leg. I quickly grabbed my BAR, so I could use it as a crutch. I hurried to the civilian section of the barracks and saw chaos. Blood was strewn on the floor. Body parts of dead people such as arms and legs stuck out from underneath the rubble. I, along side by fellow soldiers grabbed destroyed bricks from the massive pile created by the bomb. Among the dead so far were about 14 women and children, and 4 military personnel. There are 6 missing as well .

Health- 87/100

[battlebrain]

Name: Captain First Rank, Ninel Stalina.

Gender: M

Age: 47

Occupation before the war: Farmer

Original country*: Soviet Union

Civilian, Rebel, Prisoner, or Soldier?: Soldier (A Captain in the Soviet Army.)

Current State***: Soviet Union (Getting ready to deploy.)

Personality: Humorous, A good leader.

Picture of yourself**: 

Inventory: Moisin Nagant (5/45), Map, binoculars, canteen, simple survival gear, a portable spade, watch.

[SailorMan]

I knew you were gonna be a soviet soldier lol

[Gojira]

if you come over to the US meet up with me in Chicago.
Corporal Jacov Steele
24
M1 Paratrooper Carbine (25|210), M1911 .45 (4|140), uniform, backpack, first aid kit, helmet
Killing national socialists
57/100
After I shot the two bastards, I ran into three more. Quickly popping off one round into one's head, another round into one's stomach, and a round to the other's chest, I took a bullet to the shoulder. Since I had my first aid kit, I quickly (as fast as I could with an injured shoulder) put some moleskin on the entry/exit wound, applied tons of pressure, wrapped it with gauze, and stitched the gauze so it would stay on.
Corporal Jacov Steele
24
M1 Paratrooper Carbine (25|210), M1911 .45 (4|140), uniform, backpack, first aid kit, helmet
Tending to my wounds
43/100

[Jorici]

The Japanese and German forces plan to unite at Chicago, then with the mass of both armies launch an attack on New England.

The Germans plan to use destroyers and frigates to cross lake Michigan, and attack American forces garrisoned in the city with barrages from the guns, and then invade by sea, followed by the Japanese, and then the German land forces.

Not if the Allies can help it.

(If you don't mind me putting that here, Strovbe.)

Re-Posting.

[Thar]

Current State: Still on the highway

After the German ran off, I went back to my sedan. Chicago was being hit hard and I had to do something. Driving along the road I found an old house. Inside there wasn't much but a chair and a fireplace. However, the door opens behind me and a stunned SS officers sees me. I speak to him in German and in middle of his reply I stab him in the neck with my scalpel. I drag the body into the basement...

I struggle as I place the body on the table. He was a young man, roughly twenty or so. He wouldn't bee looking so grade in a moment though.
I walk back outside and lug my medical equipment in, setting it up on the cleared tables around the room that once held racks of wine and stored food. I walk back over to the body on the table in the center of the room. I pick up the scalpel, for it's time to begin.

I bared his neck, and made a deep incision. The blood slowly oozed out, but it did not bother me. As I brought the scalpel down his trachea I made contact with his collarbone. This would not due. I walked over to the table with my medical equipment on it and grabbed a pair of pliers. I worked it around the bone and with a twist, came a beautiful cracking noise.

Then came the sternum. Again, I walk back over to the table and pick up a hammer. The wood was cold in my hand and the metal head even colder. With a few quick blows and a tedious task of removing the bone, I had a clear path through his abdominal cavity. I took the plastic wrapping and provided a makeshift abdominal sac so the organs wouldn't come out like a tidal wave. He was finished except one detail. I carved the SS lightning bolts on his right hand and set my equipment down. Such a marvelous piece of art I had created.

The task of dragging the body back up to the living room while keeping it intact was brutal, but I managed. As quickly as I had gotten him down to the basement, we were out on the front porch. Not much farther now. We made it to the highway and I flayed his body across the highway. He was lying on his back and the flies were beginning to come. I took a deep breath taking in the sweet scent of death.

"Mmm, so wonderful."

Without much more I left my beautiful creation and packed my things after cleaning up. I had to move for more would be looking for their fallen comrade. I loaded my things in the car and drove off, toward Chicago.

Toward the war.

[Gojira]

What's that about...?

[battlebrain]

Hot^

[Thar]

Hot^

Ikr? That actually hurt a little to type.

[Thar]

Current State: Chicago suburbs

I was approaching the city, after taking some detours around military roadblocks. I was moving in from the south but most of the fighting was taking place on the east and west. Hopefully I'd get caught in a crossfire.
The buildings around me were in ruin and several roads were blocked off.

I needed a base of operations if I were to do this correctly, and have fun at the same time. Gunshots were in the distance and several army vehicles rolled by. They paid no notice for they had a war to fight. I picked a nice hospital with a basement level. I used to work here. The offices of my co workers were vacant. I took my giant bag of medical equipment and went downstairs. I set up my equipment. Now all I needed was the supplies upstairs.

I made my way upward and noticed as the gunshots got louder, like they were right outside. The americans seem to be putting up the equivalent of a women with a kitchen knife when it came to this fighting. I grabbed a cart and cycled through the floors picking up medicine and any stray equipment. When I had pretty much cleaned the hospital out, I made my way back to the basement.

As soon as I shut the door behind me, i heard the Germans enter. America was losing Chicago one block at a time. But I was going to make their life hell before I would go down quietly.

[Harm94]

Current State: Awake

It turns out the entire Marine Corp was being being shipped over to Canada. The Marines would be loaded on Lvt4s and have those loaded on to ships provided by the Canadian navy. We would then be on stand by and wait for the given order to launch on amphibious landing on Illonois where we would be ready to support the remaing us forces there.

Current Inventory:
M1 Garand
Steel Helmet
Marine combat uniform
7 rifle magazines
2 Fragmentation grenades
1 Bayonet

[Gojira]

"Thank GOD I'm alive. Thank GOD. I've taken two bullets (damn those Krauts have stuffty aim) and I'm alive. I don't know how much longer I'll live for, but THANK GOD I've managed to survive this long."
I close my journal, feeling dead due to the loss of so many friends and the two 9mm rounds I've taken.

[battlebrain]

Name: Captain First Rank, Ninel Stalina.

Gender: M

Age: 47

Original country*: Soviet Union

Civilian, Rebel, Prisoner, or Soldier?: Soldier (A Captain in the Soviet Army.)

Current State***: Lost, somewhere in the US

Inventory: Moisin Nagant (5/45) binoculars, canteen, simple survival gear, a portable spade, watch.

"Jesus." I said when I landed. I was lost, and on my way down my map burned up. "Maybe I can find some Americans to catch up with."

[Gojira]

I see a man, apparently Russian, parachute down a little roughly next to me.
"What's your name?"
"Ninel Stalina."
"Mine's Jacov Steele. I'm wounded, but so far I'm okay. How did the jump go?"