The Eerie Calm (Part 1 of 2)
Day 1,680, 19:03
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Published in Canada 
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by Vrykolaus Drauvik
Spaniard and Polish boats pounded against the shores of Newfoundland. The Devils of the East plundered their way through Canada's most Eastern Front, sacking and pillaging the homes of the innocent. Fisherman Wharfs, the economic backbone, the prosperity of Newfoundland laid to wreck. The smell of blood, the crunching of cartilage and bone could be heard echoing throughout the hallow streets as enemy soldiers marched throughout town and village.
Demons crave blood. The smell sends them amok. They bathe in it. It is their life force. They need it. When they breathe it, they salivate. Soldiers have a sense of morals. These things do not. Cut them, smash them. If you can't kill them, make them bleed. Give them nothing, but take from them everything.
The beasts nose caught wind of nubile flesh to the west. Along the St. Lawrence River lays Quebec City. A city that is old in architecture, but rich in history. The drums of war continued to beat. The sounds carried through a calm and quiet night sky into the homes of a once peaceful land.
Heavy artillery, shock and awe, heavy machine gun fire and a massive army is a most formidable force. In fact, that is usually enough to send your adversary to flee, regroup and fight another day. Canadians are a tough bunch. We are patriotic. We love our homes, our families and our land. When it comes to war, we are a natural breed of grizzled veterans, willing to put it all on the line to protect the loved ones we hold so dear to us.
It would seem fate favors the great, and spits in the face of the vile. Outmatched, a once confident army of the damned had been given a free lesson in humility. Fleeing back towards the newly appointed stronghold of Newfoundland, the Spanish and Polish would have a nice little surprise waiting for them...
If you cut along the stomach in an upward fashion in just the right place, the guts and organs of your adversary will fall freely from their cavities. On a cold, winter morning steam will rise from the tangles of intestines littering the ground below. Some say this is the soul escaping the body, ascending towards the heavens. If this is true, I have much to pray for.
Quote by Vrykolaus Drauvik
Demons crave blood. The smell sends them amok. They bathe in it. It is their life force. They need it. When they breathe it, they salivate. Soldiers have a sense of morals. These things do not. Cut them, smash them. If you can't kill them, make them bleed. Give them nothing, but take from them everything.
The beasts nose caught wind of nubile flesh to the west. Along the St. Lawrence River lays Quebec City. A city that is old in architecture, but rich in history. The drums of war continued to beat. The sounds carried through a calm and quiet night sky into the homes of a once peaceful land.
Heavy artillery, shock and awe, heavy machine gun fire and a massive army is a most formidable force. In fact, that is usually enough to send your adversary to flee, regroup and fight another day. Canadians are a tough bunch. We are patriotic. We love our homes, our families and our land. When it comes to war, we are a natural breed of grizzled veterans, willing to put it all on the line to protect the loved ones we hold so dear to us.
It would seem fate favors the great, and spits in the face of the vile. Outmatched, a once confident army of the damned had been given a free lesson in humility. Fleeing back towards the newly appointed stronghold of Newfoundland, the Spanish and Polish would have a nice little surprise waiting for them...
If you cut along the stomach in an upward fashion in just the right place, the guts and organs of your adversary will fall freely from their cavities. On a cold, winter morning steam will rise from the tangles of intestines littering the ground below. Some say this is the soul escaping the body, ascending towards the heavens. If this is true, I have much to pray for.
Quote by Vrykolaus Drauvik
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*chirp*
No chirping Plugson
My tomahawk hungers for more Euro Blood.
Thought you used a hatchet.