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Post by Wing on Feb 16, 2007 11:13:18 GMT -5
True, true...
Well, I'm going off on a skiing prologue for the next few days in Vermont today! See y'all later...
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Post by Qualerei on Feb 19, 2007 6:37:19 GMT -5
Hum, I could ask friends of mine on the net, but they don't know about Rommel, so... we'll do with Ryan. Besides, I trust Wing to poke him if he insults Rommel ever again
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Post by Desert Stallion on Mar 23, 2007 17:56:09 GMT -5
Contest...That rings a bell...Oh yes, we had a contest. *sneaks a long stare at Wing* And someone hasn't submitted their February work yet... Is it really time for Speidel torture?
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Post by Qualerei on Mar 24, 2007 7:23:33 GMT -5
It just so happens that Von Luck outranks him. *looks nastily at Speidel* I could send him in a mission in the middle of the desert. With Bayerlein's blessing, no less
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Post by Desert Stallion on Mar 24, 2007 7:44:56 GMT -5
Ooh, that sounds like fun. And Bayerlein says you have his blessing for sure. Be sure to send him with some water, but not too much...
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Post by Qualerei on Mar 24, 2007 18:48:59 GMT -5
Right, it wouldn't do if Speidel died too quickly...
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Post by Wing on Mar 25, 2007 18:37:17 GMT -5
Right, it wouldn't do if Speidel died too quickly... GWHAAAAAAAT? ??!!!!!!!
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Post by Qualerei on Mar 26, 2007 20:08:45 GMT -5
Tehe. You'd better send this stuff quickly, eh. If you want Speidel to live, that is.
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Post by Desert Stallion on Mar 28, 2007 15:52:24 GMT -5
She's not updating very quick on the contest stuff, Qual. Is it time to begin?
Once upon a time, Hans Speidel was taking a tour of Erwin Rommel's Afrika Korps. It so happened that he got separated from the main convoy, all alone out in the desert, with nothing but sand for miles around. Poor Hans was a little surprised, and quite hot and sweaty, but he was reassured by the small water bottle in his vehicle.
"I will find my way back soon," he said confidently, when the amored car suddenly sputtered and died. It bounced to a rough stop as it ran completely out of gas.
"Oh no," he groaned. "If only a certain author had updated, I wouldn't be here. And if she doesn't update soon, it will only get worse!"
*suspenseful music* ;D
How often do we update? Once a day until Wing gives in?
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ErwiiRommie
Panzer Commander
Sweat saves blood, blood saves lives, brains saves both!
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Post by ErwiiRommie on Mar 28, 2007 18:45:30 GMT -5
Speidel torture. Its better than Rommel torture anyway. Heh.
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Post by Qualerei on Mar 29, 2007 10:15:11 GMT -5
Oh, well then, I shall give it a try...
***
Poor Hans started to walk, since there was nothing better to do. He was sweaty, and his feet were killing him in his boots (they were a bit too tight). There was sand in his uniform, and it itched insanely.
After two courageous hours of walking, he decided to drink a bit. Then only did he realize he had forgotten his small water bottle in the car... There was only one thing to do. Go back all the way.
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Post by Desert Stallion on Mar 31, 2007 10:10:07 GMT -5
Oops, I missed a day...
***
One hour into his backtracking, Hans saw something in the distance. It looked like...like...water! He could see a large puddle, and his hopes rose again. Parched, he staggered forward, arms outstretched. "Water," he rasped. "Water!" Salvation was nigh.
Oh, the cruel strokes of fate! (Or in this case, authors.) As he neared the liquid, it dissolved away into dust. A tear slid down Hans' cheek and he fell to his knees, some of the sand blowing into his gaping mouth.
"Yuck," he exclaimed. It just was not his lucky day.
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Post by Qualerei on Mar 31, 2007 14:47:08 GMT -5
But Hans was a tough soldier, and he got back on his knees, determined to get back to the car and drink... And when he'd get back to the camp, he'd take a bath and stay inside for three days, and never mind what the Field Marshal would say.
Unfortunately, it wasn't to be. As Hans tried to find his own tracks to keep going back to the car... he saw nothing, but sand and dunes, smooth as the sea. No sign of tracks whatsoever. Hans' sinews were in a bad state, at this point. He sat down on the ground. What could he do, now ?
An idea. He still had his gun. Maybe, if he fired, someone would hear him...
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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 1, 2007 22:31:09 GMT -5
And the chances it would be the British? *does the math* 99.99999999% of a good chance that the British hear him! Heh. Oh the woes of being a prisoner... again!
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Post by Qualerei on Apr 2, 2007 9:19:31 GMT -5
Yeah, but that wouldn't be fun otherwise.
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