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Post by Desert Stallion on Apr 8, 2007 20:30:13 GMT -5
Well, since Wing hasn't updated yet... I announce with regret, (and a little sadistic pleasure ) that Hans story will continue on as planned. *** Speidel raised his Luger high into the air after loading it, and fired once. The lonely sound echoed across the endless, barren sands…His heart despaired; he panicked, and jerked the gun up to fire again. The moment he did so, a loud hiss erupted from behind him. He whirled around in terror, losing his grip on the pistol. It spun into the sand and went off, the bullet brushing past his shoulder, making a small but painful gash. He cried out in pain and dropped to the ground. And there, to his horror, he spotted the source of his troubles. Looking much as a high-society gentleman might at finding an intruder in his club, sat a long, sleek sand snake. It rose on its stomach and eyed him distastefully. Hans prayed for rescue, of any sort…
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ErwiiRommie
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Sweat saves blood, blood saves lives, brains saves both!
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Post by ErwiiRommie on Apr 8, 2007 21:19:59 GMT -5
Poor poor Speidel and I thought I tortured characters...
*gives Rommel the Look* Not a word, you!
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Post by Qualerei on Apr 18, 2007 8:45:17 GMT -5
Well. I should be revising. But if I write in English, that's revising. Sort of.
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Hans did the only sensible thing in that situation ; he stopped moving completely. The snake stared at him, then seemed to decide the German was not tasty enough, and it curled up to have a nap, hardly fifty centimeters away from Hans.
Not daring to move, Hans remained perfectly still, aware that it would take the snake less than a second to bite him. And he was pretty sure that one was poisonous.
Ten minutes. Half an hour. An hour. Hans was utterly miserable. His nose itched, his back ached, he had a big sunburn on both his arms and his face, and he would have given anything to just sit down and rest. Not to mention he was getting thirstier and thirstier.
The snake on the other hand appeared to be very comfortable and did not seem about to move. In spite of himself, Hans began to cry.
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Post by ErwiiRommie on Apr 18, 2007 19:09:10 GMT -5
Hans sobbing disturbed the sand snake and it began to hiss at him in irritation. He stopped sobbing and held his breath, staring at the sand-brown snake. Thirty seconds... he wondered how long he could hold his breath. Forty... forty five... fifty five...
Gasp!
He couldn't hold it any longer and took a deep lung full of air. Thats when the snake decided it had enough and reared up onto its stomach, readying to strike at this nuiscance disturbing its afternoon rest. Han dared not move but knew he had to do something or he was going to get bitten. But he knew not what to do.
As if God himself had come down to rescue him from this dire and diabolical situation, a field mouse hopped along nearby, oblivious of the sand snake and Hans Spiedel's duel of wills. The sand snake spied the tiny creature and decided that it was more a tastey morsal than this large, sweaty and sunburnt ape, it lowered itself back to the ground and began to slither after it.
Hans sighed in relief and plopped himself down onto the ground in exhaustion. Then an idea occured to him. He knew that the desert supported very little life and what little life there was tended to make their homes as close to water sources as possible, either in the forms of desert plant life or actual oasisi. Figuring that the desert mouse came from some place nearby, Hans slowly got back to his feet and started down at the ground in search of the animals tracks.
There! Off a few meters to his left were a set of tracks in the form of two footprints side by side each other and seperated into intervals of half a foot. Eager to find a water hole or something with water, Hans set out to follow those tracks back to its source. Unbeknownst to him, desert mice have the tendancy to travel very far from their homes in search of food and water...
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Post by Desert Stallion on Apr 24, 2007 19:34:37 GMT -5
He'd been walking for another half hour, crawling actually, because the mouse's tracks were so very tiny and hard to see. He had to bend over ever several steps to make sure that was what he was following. (He'd gotten sidetracked once and found himself face to face with a scorpion, and barely managed to get away in time.)
But now, he saw a jagged outcropping of desert rocks just over a dune, and he could see shade...and...and...
Hans desperately hoped it wasn't an illusion, but if it was, he was having some anyway. There in a small muddy hole was water tucked in the cleft of a rock.
He staggered closer and pulled himself over the rocks with wild abandon. It proved to be his undoing. He slipped on the smooth, worn surface and fell flat on his face. His glasses spun onto the hard ground with a sickening crack, and neatly split in 7 chunks (wartime metal just wasn't making the cut these days).
Hans was horrified. He gingerly picked up the pieces and held one to his left eye. Pehaps...he removed the lense from it's useless frame and positioned the lense over his eye. It would have to work, even though he looked like that bumbling Flink fellow back in Germany. It wasn't Flink...No, it was-he couldn't remember.
So, squinting and moving more carefully, Hans finally reached the water and kneeled down to take a drink, when-
"You there! Put your hands up, you!" A sharp voice called in poor German. Two British soldiers appeared on the rock above him, rifles leveled at his chest. Hans was crushed. "Get up. You're coming back with us, Jerry. There's no time for a drink."
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Post by Desert Stallion on May 6, 2007 20:08:41 GMT -5
Oh where, oh where has our dear Wing gone? Oh where, oh where could she be? With her stories all hiding And her art MIA, Oh where, oh where could she be? *Sung to the tune of Oh Where Did My Little Dog Go?"* Seriously though, this contest is a little past the deadline. And the torture doesn't seem to be working.
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Post by our Krema and their Krema on Jan 25, 2017 8:30:26 GMT -5
our KREMA: pl.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plik:AuI krematorium.jpg their KREMA: pl.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plik:Swiatynia Egipska w Lazienkach Krolewskich w Warszawie widok od frontu.jpg
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Post by Uragan D2 on Jan 25, 2017 8:33:33 GMT -5
this means total war of extermination
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