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20:30 

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зашел на /pol/ в поисках треда про страшного напугавшего всех Путина, не нашел, всем похуй

23:37 

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занимался сегодня тем что доёбывал гедонистическим трансгуманизмом русских националистов

результат предсказуем - жалкие ограниченные куски визжащей плоти

14:03 

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My friends, it has often been said that I like war.

My friends, I like war...

No, friends, I love war!

I love holocausts.

I love blitzkriegs.

I love defensive lines.

I love sieges, charges, I love mop-up operations, and retreats.

Wars across prairies, in streets, in trenches, in grasslands, in frozen tundras, through deserts, on the sea, in the air, I love every act of war that can occur upon this earth.

I love blasting the enemy to smithereens with artillery salvos that thunder across the lines of battle.

My heart leaps with joy whenever a soldier is tossed high into the air and cut to pieces by well placed sniper rounds. And there is nothing like a tank operator using a Tiger acht acht (88) to destroy enemy tanks. And the feeling that comes when a soldier runs screaming from his blazing tank only to be mowed down by heavy machine gun fire, is such an exquisite feeling. Like when ranks of infantry brandish their bayonets rushing into the enemy line. It moves me deep within my heart to watch a fresh recruit stabbing over and over into the bloated chest of a long-dead enemy.

The sight of deserters being strung up from a street lamp is an irresistible pleasure. And there is nothing more arousing, than the sounds made by prisoners of war dropping like flies, screaming in agony as they're mowed down by ear piercing schmeissers!

When a band of pitiful resistance fighters makes their final stand with nothing but small arms, only to have their city smashed to atoms block by block by 4.8 ton bombshells, (tone suddenly softens) I'm in ecstasy.

I love it when my forces are ravaged by a Russian armored division. It's so sad to see towns and villages that were supposed to be defended at all costs, being laid to waste, their women and children being raped, and killed.

I love to be squashed under the heel of the British and American war machines. The humiliation, as my men crawl around like vermin, ducking the jagdbombers flying overhead.

Gentlemen... All I ask for is war, a war so grand as to make Hell itself tremble. Gentlemen, I ask you as fellow brothers in arms, what is it that you really want? Do you wish for further war as I do? (Voice begins to raise) Do you wish for a merciless, bloody war? A war whose fury is built with iron, and lightning, and fire? (Dramatically raises voice) Do you ask for war to sweep in like a tempest, leaving not even ravens to scavenge, from this Earth!?

(The soldiers begin shouting/chanting "Krieg" meaning "War")
...Very well. Then krieg is what you shall have. We are a clenched fist, ready to strike down all who oppose us, with our might.

But... After enduring over half a century wallowing in the darkness, for us, a simple "ordinary" war will no longer be sufficient.

(Raises voice) We need a MASSIVE war! A war beyond any other that man's history has ever known!

We are but a single battalion... The remnants of a defeated army numbering less than a thousand strong. However, I believe that each of you old warriors is equal to a thousand of their sickly soft children! We represent a force that could easily defeat an army of a million and one men!

It is time for them to awake the ones who sent us screaming into oblivion, and who now lie sleeping. Let's drag them out of bed by the hair, and remind them of what we are! We will remind them of what it feels like to live in fear. We will remind them of the sound our jackboots make against their throats.

(Cuts to scene of Alexander Anderson looking up at Millenium's Zeppelin and the blood-red moon, before fading back to The Major)
We will remind them, that there are more things between Heaven and Hell than are dreamt of in their philosophy.

(Cuts to soldiers shouting "It's Europe! We see the lights of Europe!" while looking out at scene below, and then meeting of Hellsing and Integra, before cutting back to The Major)
Our Kampfgruppe of one thousand vampires is going to burn this world down to ash.

(Cuts to window scene)
Yes, my friends! Soon, Europe's charred remains will illuminate the night sky!

(Cuts to window with Seras and Pip)
I have brought you all back just as I promised I would. Back to our favorite battlefield. Back to our beloved war!

(The Letzes Battalion hail the Major as their Battalion Commander.)
...At last, the sea lion has crossed the ocean and is heading up the hill. Attention, all soldiers of the Millennium Battalion! This is a message from your commander.

…Friends... let’s bring them hell.

(Fades out to Zeppelin)

13:52 

ыыыыыыыыыыыыыыыыыыыыыыыыыы

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09:00 

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"А пошел бы ты, Ницше, нахуй, где тебя медведи выебут" - говорят последние люди. И моргают.

22:50 

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21:26 

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15:10 

кто там постарше, это вкусно было?

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22:46 

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15:14 

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завтра покатаюсь на танке

16:27 

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13:36 

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22:08 

ЭНКАВЕДЕ КАК ВСЕГДА МОЛОДЕЦ

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21.02.2018 в 21:48
Пишет N.K.V.D.:

Выполнение заказа моего ПЧ - 94: звездный генерал Марков


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14:19 

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13:49 

ебаны шлем нихуя неслышно алё

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14:23 

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мне тут доказывают что миграционный кризис это путь к краху западной цивилизации
мои внуки с кибернетическими телами полетят колонизировать систему Траппист, а запад продолжит развал и гниение

16:58 

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16:07 

Навальный, убери руки от наших детей!

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