Once upon a time, in a small village in Germany lived a peaceful, but unique family. Now, this villiage itself was unique, as the villaige of NESSEN had long been somewhat independent of the various affairs of germany, prefering to keep to itself with minor outside interference.
Regardless, in this villiage lived a family with two boys, Julien and Mishka. Now the two had always had their quarrels, but for the most part they lived peacefully together, recognizing the blood they shared. That was, until one fateful day...
That was the day the villiage elders, Däs, Wärman, and Jasön called an emergency meeting of all NESers. The greatest NESer, Teddy Savag, had just been slain in glorious battle, and in his will left his vast fortune to Julien and Mishka. The will stipulated that upon reaching 18, his fortune would be split in half and distributed to the two boys. However, in the event of one's death, the entire fortune would go to the remaining boy.
This, of course, got Mishka and Julien thinking. Throughout the rest of the day the two never stopped plotting, formulating complex plans to destroy the other, regardless of what the other NESers thought. Their tactics quickly escalated from forced "accidents" to outright assasination, and eventually the villiage elder Däs was forced to intervene.
Admiring the boys' spirit, but hoping to avoid bloodshed, Däs laid out a challenge for the two boys. Whoever could win the heart of the sole single lady of the villiage, Cüïvïënën, would be sole heir to the Savag fortune. This, however, put the contest in the advantage of Julien, as Julien's good friend, Herr Wällace (symphony), was the father of the young bachelorette.
What many in the villiage did not know, however, was that any attempt on Julien's part would be shallow, as he secretly and homosexually lusted for his neighbor, who simply bore the nickname "conehead" after the terrible birth defect he suffered as a small child, making his head cone shaped.
And so the contest got under way, and almost right away Julien seemed to have the advantage. Attracted by his fashion sense and feminine mannerisms, and heavily pressured by her father, Cuivienen (i'm tired of umlats) nearly decided to choose Julien as her husband.
However, one night, gathering a group of his friends, Mishka approached Cuivienen's house, determined to win her over once and for all. By pure coincidence, this was the same day that Julien gathered his posse and headed to the house, only to find his estranged brother already arrived.
"Good evening gentlemen, Mishka. You have no chance to survive make your time. That fortune is as good as mine!"
"Ha! With you? Don't think I haven't noticed over the years, Julien, don't think I didn't notice how you admired Conehead as he mopped the poop deck of our yacht."
"Lies! LIES! Don't listen to him! I'm just impeccibly Affeminate!"
"Hardly, I beleive these photo-"
Suddenly, from underneath his coat, Julien's friend and ally drew his pistol, and fire a shot square into the chest of Mishka. Before Mishka even fell to the ground, the former ally had his pistol focused upon the side of Julien's head.
"Van Dunkelheit... why?"
"Heh, silly Julien, I really thought you would have noticed. You were so blinded by your own ambitions you failed to realize that Däs said WHOEVER took cuivienen would have the Savag fortune, not just you two. And now my time has come, prepare to die, old friend."
But as Stalin was about to pull the trigger, from behind Julien's still loyal comrade Äzale jabbed Stalin through the neck with his cross, as julien batted away the rifle and proceded to stamp Stalin underneath his boot.
"And that will teach any who decide to betray me!" Exclaimed Julien, moving toward his prize, "and now the Savag fortune is mine..."
"Not... yet," muttered Mishka, emerging from the ground, gathering his posse all around him, "You still have to deal with your dear old brother. But let us settle this like men, mano a mano. No more vassals to do your fighting for you".
And so Mishka and Julien stepped forward, their eyes meeting as they soon came face to face, close enough to see the other's beads of sweat sliding to the ground.
Finally, Julien raised his open palm, and let unto Mishka a great slap upon his cheek. Staggering backwards, Mishka snickered, but only for a moment, as at that time his former friend Daschmpg, weilding a wine bottle, smashed it upon his head. Julien's other friends; Herr Wällace, Äzale, Härlequin, Conehead, and Sïlver soon joined in, wailing upon Mishka with an assortment of stereotypically charged weapons and ordinances.
Finally, Julien was victorious, and, despite the underhanded consequences, moved to take his prize.
However, as soon as he began to step forward, a great rumbling shook the building. From Stälin's body a magnificent glow glew, and soon Stalin emerged from his former deceased state in full nazi attire, with a bloodthirsty look in his eyes.
"Hello again, Julien. I met an interesting man after I died, I beleive you know him as satan. Regardless, he offered me unparalleled power and the opportunity to seek revenge. So, goodbye Julien, I shall enjoy spending your entire fortune!"
And so Stalin proceded to carve Julien up with a four bladed sword in the shape of a swastika, rending him limb from limb and scattering what remained of him all over his former allies, who he then began to ritualistically slaughter in a fashion too gruesome to adhere to forum rules. Once all this was complete, Stalin then took the few remains and feasted upon them with bare hands and teeth, crushing the still beating hearts in his hands and licking up the blood which escaped.
The moral of the story my children? Don't F**K with anyone with Stalin in their name
