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Skeletons Helmut Rose made his way down the broad avenue to his office at the Aerospace Centre. He looked up at the hundred foot long banners displaying the movie star good looks of the President's face. Hitler's picture was everywhere. The only resemblance to his great-grandfather was an untidy shock of black hair on the forehead and pinched moustaches.Skeletons by ~FirstSarge
Berlin was electrified. Overhead, Zeppelins announced "Alles Gute zum Geburtstag Führer" in brilliant colours flashing and crawling around on the dirigibles silver skin. Adolph Hitler IV's birthday celebration was shaping up to be bigger than last year's.
As was his habit, befo
Hell Frozen Over Three men huddled in a snow bank. Their chameleoarmour not only blended perfectly with snow that is actually deceptive and not a pure white, but circulated water heated to eighty five degrees Fahrenheit. The insulation of the armour was a testament to the technology of the men's culture. The men were kept warm yet the snow was not heated to melting nor did it betray their heat signature.Hell Frozen Over by ~FirstSarge
The only exposed skin was around the eyes and nose. This small area of the body, so vulnerable to the biting cold, was covered with white paste designed to keep exposed skin warm. It didn't.
The men were buried in a snow bank that had been ploughed i
Uniquely Qualified Thirty seven people packed into the conference room. The table sat twenty four. The rest stood along the walls. They didn't care. The excitement in the room was nearly palpable. Low murmurs circulated throughout the cramped space. Occasionally a nervous laugh burst forth. The air, while not festive, was hopeful.Uniquely Qualified by ~FirstSarge
As if darkness had suddenly fallen, the room was plunged into silence. A small rotund man entered carrying a sheaf of papers. He was immaculately dressed in a slate grey three piece suit. Not a hair was out of place on his peculiar egg shaped head and his carefully groomed moustaches accented an otherwise non descript face.
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"No Free Man Shall Ever Be Debarred The Use Of Arms."
"Sam Colt Provided The Enemy A Way To Die For His Country In 1911."
"Want My Weapons? Alright, You'll Have To Kill Me For Them."
"I Don't Rely On The Police. Mikhail Kalashnikov Helped Me Out."
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"That's what it's like when that's all there is to think about."
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"No Free Man Shall Ever Be Debarred The Use Of Arms."
"Sam Colt Provided The Enemy A Way To Die For His Country In 1911."
"Want My Weapons? Alright, You'll Have To Kill Me For Them."
"I Don't Rely On The Police. Mikhail Kalashnikov Helped Me Out."