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Family just arrived… must… survive…

die-reich-syndicate:

the115project:

die-reich-syndicate:

the115project:

die-reich-syndicate:

the115project:

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115 lit one of his cigarettes, adjusting the sunglasses that hid his eyes. The project glanced upward slightly, a faint chuckle leaving him. For a split second, the crimson eyes that were hidden flashed under their dark lenses. “Well if it isn’t nazis, nazis and more fucking nazis.” A single hand flicked the cigarette he lit aside, his military great coat swaying slightly with the movement he made from standing. “Alright.” A grin came across his face, taking a stance as though he was going to take them on singlehandedly… unarmed. “Lets get this over with.”

"Come now, there’s no need for hostilities Herr 115, ve can this diplomatically."  The colonel chuckles gleefully, for politics were not his forty, he wasn’t a politician.

"However, if you insist, we can see where Valhalla’s glory shall be bestowed.  JETZT!"  The soldiers advance.

"We both know that you were going to try to kill me either way. Perhaps once I had been under the same flag under the orders of my former superiors, but that is no longer the case." 115’s stance tightened, crimson eyes staring down the advancing soldiers. "My former superiors are only going to betray the reich sooner or later and when that happens, they will do what you couldn’t. Conquer the world."

"If you mean ze Reich as in that Austrain dumbkoff in Berlin, we’re not loyal to him.  To Fourth Reich do our souls do our souls.  Und Fourth Reich will not just conquer the World, but we will conquer the universe; all of reality will bend to our will.  We will be masters over all."

"Fourth Reich? Conquest the multidimensional universe?" A snicker left the project, removing his sunglasses to reveal his crimson eyes. "And what makes you think that you’ll be able to rival the forces at work? Those both protecting and trying to take over it?" It wouldn’t be much longer until their engagement would break out. 115 could see it in some of the faces of the soldiers. Doubt. Worry. Fear of defeat. There was a chance he could make them crack but the drawback would be likely getting a bullet to the head if he failed to do so.

"Because we have formed axi with those who have mutual interest, and axi with dimensions in which we already rule the Earth.  Soon, the swatstika will be seen in every atom of reality."

"Alright, so that gives you enough power to be a few drops on a ocean of dimensional warfare." 115 slowly drew one of his combat knifes, exhaling slowly. "I take it your alliance is with some of your more famous commanding officers such as General deaths head and Red Skull?" The project rested his thumb on the back of the blade. "Your new to this dimensional chessboard… so I’ll give you two pieces of advice. The first is that there are a lot of places you really don’t want to go… the other is that there is always a larger fish in the ocean your swimming in."

officer-hatlady:

//WHEN THE FUCK DID THIS HAPPEN. I DON’T EVEN-

It happened ever since PROMO

officer-hatlady:

//WHEN THE FUCK DID THIS HAPPEN. I DON’T EVEN-

It happened ever since PROMO

unclefather:

Me as a doctor: This patient is down with the sickness

snowblnd:

Hellsing Challenge
Three Organizations [1/3] Millennium

die-reich-syndicate:

the115project:

die-reich-syndicate:

the115project:

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115 lit one of his cigarettes, adjusting the sunglasses that hid his eyes. The project glanced upward slightly, a faint chuckle leaving him. For a split second, the crimson eyes that were hidden flashed under their dark lenses. “Well if it isn’t nazis, nazis and more fucking nazis.” A single hand flicked the cigarette he lit aside, his military great coat swaying slightly with the movement he made from standing. “Alright.” A grin came across his face, taking a stance as though he was going to take them on singlehandedly… unarmed. “Lets get this over with.”

"Come now, there’s no need for hostilities Herr 115, ve can this diplomatically."  The colonel chuckles gleefully, for politics were not his forty, he wasn’t a politician.

"However, if you insist, we can see where Valhalla’s glory shall be bestowed.  JETZT!"  The soldiers advance.

"We both know that you were going to try to kill me either way. Perhaps once I had been under the same flag under the orders of my former superiors, but that is no longer the case." 115’s stance tightened, crimson eyes staring down the advancing soldiers. "My former superiors are only going to betray the reich sooner or later and when that happens, they will do what you couldn’t. Conquer the world."

"If you mean ze Reich as in that Austrain dumbkoff in Berlin, we’re not loyal to him.  To Fourth Reich do our souls do our souls.  Und Fourth Reich will not just conquer the World, but we will conquer the universe; all of reality will bend to our will.  We will be masters over all."

"Fourth Reich? Conquest the multidimensional universe?" A snicker left the project, removing his sunglasses to reveal his crimson eyes. "And what makes you think that you’ll be able to rival the forces at work? Those both protecting and trying to take over it?" It wouldn’t be much longer until their engagement would break out. 115 could see it in some of the faces of the soldiers. Doubt. Worry. Fear of defeat. There was a chance he could make them crack but the drawback would be likely getting a bullet to the head if he failed to do so.

die-reich-syndicate:

the115project:

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115 lit one of his cigarettes, adjusting the sunglasses that hid his eyes. The project glanced upward slightly, a faint chuckle leaving him. For a split second, the crimson eyes that were hidden flashed under their dark lenses. “Well if it isn’t nazis, nazis and more fucking nazis.” A single hand flicked the cigarette he lit aside, his military great coat swaying slightly with the movement he made from standing. “Alright.” A grin came across his face, taking a stance as though he was going to take them on singlehandedly… unarmed. “Lets get this over with.”

"Come now, there’s no need for hostilities Herr 115, ve can this diplomatically."  The colonel chuckles gleefully, for politics were not his forty, he wasn’t a politician.

"However, if you insist, we can see where Valhalla’s glory shall be bestowed.  JETZT!"  The soldiers advance.

"We both know that you were going to try to kill me either way. Perhaps once I had been under the same flag under the orders of my former superiors, but that is no longer the case." 115’s stance tightened, crimson eyes staring down the advancing soldiers. "My former superiors are only going to betray the reich sooner or later and when that happens, they will do what you couldn’t. Conquer the world."

the-hollow-night:

anarcho-wumbo:

Call of Duty players try out Dark Souls

Damn, Monsters Inc. got fucking intense.

"Would it make everyone feel better knowing that the collection of those creatures is less horrifying than what I do to people when I’m pissed off?"

the-hollow-night:

anarcho-wumbo:

Call of Duty players try out Dark Souls

Damn, Monsters Inc. got fucking intense.

"Would it make everyone feel better knowing that the collection of those creatures is less horrifying than what I do to people when I’m pissed off?"

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115 lit one of his cigarettes, adjusting the sunglasses that hid his eyes. The project glanced upward slightly, a faint chuckle leaving him. For a split second, the crimson eyes that were hidden flashed under their dark lenses. “Well if it isn’t nazis, nazis and more fucking nazis.” A single hand flicked the cigarette he lit aside, his military great coat swaying slightly with the movement he made from standing. “Alright.” A grin came across his face, taking a stance as though he was going to take them on singlehandedly… unarmed. “Lets get this over with.”