SCREW THE STORIES I WAS WORKING ON BEFORE.
There I said it. No. I'm not continuing with KoJ, it quite honestly bored me, and writing for it was becoming a chore. Plus I want to actually win a UHV. So yes, I'm like LeBron James, I'm going to leave me original work in a favor of a new one. (Hopefully I'll get the UHV where LeBron failed at getting a Championship.)
And so. I present this to you.
"Sir..."
"Sir..."
"SIR!" The hoarse yelling of the advisor shook the sleeping German chieftain from slumber, albeit angrily. He grunted, mumbling unintelligibly under his breath, before looking up to the young face of his second in command. Regaining his composure and straightening his beard, the wizened German commander gave a sigh and addressed the excited aide.
"I shall ignore how rudely you wrestled me from my resting, and ask what the hell it is that you want?" The aide gave a hesitant chuckle at his leader's tone, but nonetheless straightened up to give him the news.
"The Scouts have returned Sir. They say that the land is prime to settle in! Though they've noted that the land is crawling with Romans, I'm sure they won't bother us."
The old chief gave a grunt, they had better not. The Roman Empire was a bloated and aging whore of a state, long past its prime.
"Well then, I suppose I'll go out and give the order for them to start construction of a new city. But for the love of Odin do not awake me from my slumber so harshly again!"
While the aging leader seemed gruff to those around him, he was in reality more excited than anybody else on the inside. At last, the German tribes and people would have a homeland. At last they could stand up to the Romans. And at last, he, Otto von Bismarck could be lead them to victory.
There I said it. No. I'm not continuing with KoJ, it quite honestly bored me, and writing for it was becoming a chore. Plus I want to actually win a UHV. So yes, I'm like LeBron James, I'm going to leave me original work in a favor of a new one. (Hopefully I'll get the UHV where LeBron failed at getting a Championship.)
And so. I present this to you.
Deutschland Uber Alles
Prologue: A Harsh Awakening
Prologue: A Harsh Awakening

"Sir..."
"Sir..."
"SIR!" The hoarse yelling of the advisor shook the sleeping German chieftain from slumber, albeit angrily. He grunted, mumbling unintelligibly under his breath, before looking up to the young face of his second in command. Regaining his composure and straightening his beard, the wizened German commander gave a sigh and addressed the excited aide.
"I shall ignore how rudely you wrestled me from my resting, and ask what the hell it is that you want?" The aide gave a hesitant chuckle at his leader's tone, but nonetheless straightened up to give him the news.
"The Scouts have returned Sir. They say that the land is prime to settle in! Though they've noted that the land is crawling with Romans, I'm sure they won't bother us."
The old chief gave a grunt, they had better not. The Roman Empire was a bloated and aging whore of a state, long past its prime.
"Well then, I suppose I'll go out and give the order for them to start construction of a new city. But for the love of Odin do not awake me from my slumber so harshly again!"
While the aging leader seemed gruff to those around him, he was in reality more excited than anybody else on the inside. At last, the German tribes and people would have a homeland. At last they could stand up to the Romans. And at last, he, Otto von Bismarck could be lead them to victory.