Private Kelvin pussies out of melee attacking and decides to shove the sniper off of the tower.
Sorry for that shitty pic. He lands behind the truck.
The drugdealer watches as his customer walks out of the alley.
SURPRISE STEALTH GREASE ATTACK!
The grease burns through the drug dealers body and into the earth like acid. It doesn't look like Jacob is getting high today.
Michael-George Bluth then hides behind the Brits' house.
Thinking about it, Jacob might be able to buy the drugs from that one Bavarian.
Austin moves his aspie body behind the bar.
Clara tries to socialize with the Bavarian.
"Am I the only person who doesn't understand advanced trigonometry? Stupidity right?"
"Yeah, you're pretty dumb. You seem pretty okay looking, want to make some Lebensborn?
"Uhh sure, goodbye."
Clara doesn't understand socialization and leaves due to nervousness.
Angus milks his pet Fleebnork for venom and puts it in the Bavarian officer's tea.
"'Ere yah go, sirs. It's a pleasure making tea far yah."
"Alright men, what do you do when offered a gift from the subjugated locals?"
"WRONG AGAIN, PRIVATE."
"You destroy it and order them to make another one, thus showing your power over them. The only exceptions are weaponry and alcohol."
Boris the blade enters the bar.
"THE RABBELUTION HAS COME, WILL YOU STAND IDLY BY FOR IT?!"
His missile knocks the two kegs of moonshine over.
Creating an explosion that triggers two more explosions, killing everyone in the bar.
Except for Boris of course.
Notalya lies down for a bit, opting to wait for something interesting to happen.
The armoured killbots of death construct cover.
One singes a shovel brigadier's beard.
The other gets piss poor damage rolls with his machingun, killing no one.
Ted fires back, but his shot is parried.
A smug looking soldier rolls an extraordinarily high skill and damage.
This Roboto is down to 1 hp.
"Alright soldiers, we have no chance in this war if we can't saluting properly. Raise your free hand and goosestep for the Kaiser!"
The goosestepping soldiers get armour bonuses at the cost of movement.
The machinegun misses the robotos.
"You've done something very wrong, Boris."
"Very wrong he says."
"But what have I done? I killed a building full of rabbles and one Bavarian.
"You've blown up the beer!"
Boris loses an Hp as the shovel brigadiers beat the shit out of him.OVERVIEW
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