Fascist Confederacy
14-09-2004, 23:01
Live At The Award Ceremony:
This is Catherine Bruter reporting live from Rechsvaug Theatre where the Committee For Humanitarianism from GC-55 (A small planet seven hundred miles from planet Fascia. Not occupied by Fascian Wehrmacht, merely a passive country full of humanitarians) are awarding the Fuhrer of The Fascist Confederacy the award for being The Most Humanitarian Person Of The Year for helping 'refugees' from the rurals of a newly annexed territory. An-oh wait, they're coming out now!
A tall, blonde haired, blue eyed man steps out from behind the curtain as claps ring out through the theatre. Well dressed aristocrats stand as they clap.
"I feel that it is a great honor to recieve this award. I'am utterly pleased that our neighbors considered me, and would have been happy to have lost just knowing the fact I was considered. But nay, I'am happy that the CFH have presented this prestigious award to me. I thank them greatly. Sieg Heil!" His right hand jerks up in a prominate salute as he stands, his left hand tightly grasping the gold plated award...
Secret IC:
Braumswick Concentration Camp:
A massive trench is seen, before the trench stand around five hundred blacks, Jehova's Witness, Jews, Communists, Marxists, Anarchists, Revolutionaries, Catholics, Christians, the retarded, and numerous others deemed Undesirable. Yet before them stand a large number of men wearing the menacing Waffen-SS uniform. Each wearing the TotemKopf insignia upon their militaristic styled cephalic attire. Each man holds either a FC-40, a Walther, or perhaps a Luger. One of the men on the end, recognised to be Colonel Patrick Rohm raises his hand, before sliding it down in a knife like pose, signalling the executioners to commence firing. Bullets careen through each of the Undesirables flesh as they fall back into the graves they manufactored. The radiance from the firing lights the air giving off an omnious aura that can be seen for miles on the C-Colony (Concentration Colony)...
GC-55:
Luftwaffe space-craft infiltrate the GC-55 air-space. The passive planet is quickly invaded by the air superiority. The Thayloron cell powered firing cannons blast down upon the small cities of the tiny planet, reducing each to rubble within the night. TG Missiles stream through the sky, reducing any of the very few airforces the GC have to flaming debri, knocking the inferior airforce to the ground in mere hours. General Robert von Horus, head of the invasion, stands amidst the rubble of one of the cities, followed by several Majors and Privates of the Wehrmacht as they survey the damage, deeming the invasion a success...
This is Catherine Bruter reporting live from Rechsvaug Theatre where the Committee For Humanitarianism from GC-55 (A small planet seven hundred miles from planet Fascia. Not occupied by Fascian Wehrmacht, merely a passive country full of humanitarians) are awarding the Fuhrer of The Fascist Confederacy the award for being The Most Humanitarian Person Of The Year for helping 'refugees' from the rurals of a newly annexed territory. An-oh wait, they're coming out now!
A tall, blonde haired, blue eyed man steps out from behind the curtain as claps ring out through the theatre. Well dressed aristocrats stand as they clap.
"I feel that it is a great honor to recieve this award. I'am utterly pleased that our neighbors considered me, and would have been happy to have lost just knowing the fact I was considered. But nay, I'am happy that the CFH have presented this prestigious award to me. I thank them greatly. Sieg Heil!" His right hand jerks up in a prominate salute as he stands, his left hand tightly grasping the gold plated award...
Secret IC:
Braumswick Concentration Camp:
A massive trench is seen, before the trench stand around five hundred blacks, Jehova's Witness, Jews, Communists, Marxists, Anarchists, Revolutionaries, Catholics, Christians, the retarded, and numerous others deemed Undesirable. Yet before them stand a large number of men wearing the menacing Waffen-SS uniform. Each wearing the TotemKopf insignia upon their militaristic styled cephalic attire. Each man holds either a FC-40, a Walther, or perhaps a Luger. One of the men on the end, recognised to be Colonel Patrick Rohm raises his hand, before sliding it down in a knife like pose, signalling the executioners to commence firing. Bullets careen through each of the Undesirables flesh as they fall back into the graves they manufactored. The radiance from the firing lights the air giving off an omnious aura that can be seen for miles on the C-Colony (Concentration Colony)...
GC-55:
Luftwaffe space-craft infiltrate the GC-55 air-space. The passive planet is quickly invaded by the air superiority. The Thayloron cell powered firing cannons blast down upon the small cities of the tiny planet, reducing each to rubble within the night. TG Missiles stream through the sky, reducing any of the very few airforces the GC have to flaming debri, knocking the inferior airforce to the ground in mere hours. General Robert von Horus, head of the invasion, stands amidst the rubble of one of the cities, followed by several Majors and Privates of the Wehrmacht as they survey the damage, deeming the invasion a success...