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Battle of Stalingrad

Fecal flipping?

Battle of Stalingrad

Dutchbag said
There's no Belarusian army this far south though.

Ukrainian it is

Battle of Stalingrad

I was aware it was meant to be a joke but all I was doing was making my own "snarky" remark and the hiders would be useful

my first hider

thank you

Battle of Stalingrad

AdvancedJ3lly said
Do not question the logic of the Soviet Union tovarisch.

I will question all I like, sooka.

Battle of Stalingrad

Can't we say I have been displaced? And who is a hider in that case.

Battle of Stalingrad

The woman in the poster is holding a select fire SMG. Not a bolt action...

Battle of Stalingrad

Name: Bogdan Leoranov
Age: 21
Appearance:

Background: A farm boy from Ukraine drafted into the military, he was trained from the start to fulfill the role of a sabiture. Before he left, his father gave him the Mauser as a gift, a war trophy from the past. He was soon deployed all over eastern Europe, taking out train depots and flak towers with cruel efficiency. Until Stalingrad, his skills would be tested here.
Unit: Первый белорусский армии (First Ukrainian Army)
Role: Shock Scout
Equipment:
SVT-40:

C96 Mauser:

Satchel Bombs:

Rank: Private

The Great Rush(Sci-Fi, Inter-Planetary NRP)

From Consul and Commander in Cheif Voltus Ventus to The High Counsil:
The Plans have been drawn up and the accords struck, I have got General Atomics interested in investing in the HSN's powor grid at Ventium prices so cost will not be a large issue however they want something in return which I would quite like as well, an embassy. And in exchange we will help in the refinement and containment of antimatter.

Elite:
Hubble Mining Corperation: (Undisputadely one of the largest mining companies to cone out of human mining industries) 23,776 * +102.7 (stocks: unavailable)
Carbo-Tech: (one of the largest graphene and carbon nanotube producers in the intergalactic open market.) 13,456.7 * +78.3 (stocks: 700 available)
Vertical Computation: (a company that specializes in the IT sector, renting out server space and selling quantum computers) 10,556.2 * +45.2 (stocks: 479 available)
General Atomics: (the largest producer of power in Ventium, they work with reactors of fission and fusion, they also do sheilding and repair.) 10,399 * +57.1 (stocks: 1328 available)
Hyper Optics: (A company that specializes in optics and lenses, they also work with fine lasers and telescopes) 8,472.4 * +31.21 (stocks: 213 available)
All sticks are priced 50 UCS.

Other news:
construction of the Ventian Dramatic Association has began in Henderson and other HSN cities and stations. The organization is also celebrating it's 1000 year in operation with a enactment of the famous broadway musical: "A Chorus Line."

A new space destroyer, The Moon Cracker has been commissioned into service today, weighing 70,000 tons and propelled by an advanced ion thruster engine array and powered by 6 fusion reactors it is indisputablly the new flag ship of the Cosmonaughtic Force.

Dead County: Survivalist Horror RPG

The room was dark but for the light of the work lamp and quiet but fir the sound of the radio. Simon was delicately scraping residue off a 3000 year old manuscript with a scalpel, he was in the Literary Restorations wing of the museum, it was closed for a long time before Simon came to work there and occupy it, yet there was still dust on every box and half done projects at each work station, abandoned by the last worker.
'such a shame' thought Simon as he got rid of the last of the residue, the radio blaring loud music at Hugo's request, "welcome down to the paradise city, where the grass is green and the girls are pretty..." mumbled Hugo through Simons lips. Hugo was indeed an annoyance but Simon felt he had his good traits too, like singing so sweetly, Simon could never manage it even though they had the same vocal chords. The music stopped abruptly and shocked Simon, his hand slipped and scrapped a line through a bunch of letters. 
"Damn it." sighed Simon.
"My music?!" questioned Hugo incredulously at the radio, giving it a smack and sending it flying across the room into a corner.
"We are interrupting you're usual broadcasting schedule to give an important federal message, an unknown pathogen labelled ZMB-1 has become pandemic across most of the United States. If you see people with symptoms such as blood shot eyes, pin prick pupils, jittery hands and rigid movements stay away. Please lock all doors and windows and shut blinds. Make as little noise as possible and if you own a fire arm make sure it is ready. Goodbye and god have mercy." a loud bang ended the message and it repeated, over and over again. 
"Its the end," giggled Hugo hysterically "IT'S HERE!!!" he yelled throwing the chair from under him and rushing to the door. 
"No!" barked Simon as he took control, locking the door and barricading it with shelves and filing cabinets, "we are staying put! Th military will deal with it." 
He picked up the radio from the corner and placed it back on the table and sat back down. He flicked through radio stations only finding the same recording, he shut it off and leaned over his work to repair the missing ink, favoring work over nothing. Hugo was quiet but Simon could feel his mouth curl into a smile. It was never good when Hugo smiled.

Dead County: Survivalist Horror RPG

Yes!