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Post by Greywall on Oct 19, 2022 3:09:18 GMT -5
“Oh mein gott those weird Galra, never drink, barely fuck, barely uhhh do anything. Stuck their heads straight into those bibles and religious texts. They think everyone a sinner, but they wanna make some steel monster with us. Something that can substitute men on the battlefield, the gall, replacing our proud soldier?! With some contraption? Ludicrous. They brought one of the uh things with them for us to build on with. Oh do fuckMORE BEER PLEASE HAHAHAHAHAHA”
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Post by Artsy Astra on Oct 19, 2022 23:45:38 GMT -5
Otto would scoff and take a small swig, "Pffff, those backward crazies will be the end of us if we aren't wary. A man with a great rifle will win any battle! Especially one of our glorious blood. Ze Reich will always be victorious!" He'd raise his bottle in praise while half shouting.
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Post by Greywall on Oct 20, 2022 23:04:24 GMT -5
"Exactly comrade....." Fiegler shifted awkwardly, he was about to pass out. If he took another drink, the agent would risk losing their chance at getting info out of him unless they had another plan. "Time to toast, to proper soldiers. Bar...keep. Whiskey....gimmie the best you got."
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Post by Artsy Astra on Oct 21, 2022 0:52:13 GMT -5
Otto would wait for him to get his shot then yell, "For Ze Reich!" Hoping to cause Fielger to toss his drink.
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Post by Greywall on Oct 21, 2022 1:01:39 GMT -5
In a drunken wild motion, Fiegler saluted sending the shot glass right into the back of the head of a nearby Grinvelian mine worker. "WHO THREW THAT!?" he stood up with six other men angry at the officer, "You army boys think you can do whatever eh? How about I send you to base bruised and broken?" Fiegler was stumbling wildly not able to react immediately.
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Post by Artsy Astra on Oct 21, 2022 1:12:28 GMT -5
"You threaten an Offizer of our grand Armee?!" Otto would stand at Fielgers side after helping him turn around.
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Post by Greywall on Oct 21, 2022 1:45:11 GMT -5
"Officer?" the miner said confusingly, "He looks like a drunken idiot." Fiegler stood up but was holding a stool in his hands and threw it at the miner! Missing entirely and hitting a waitress on the far side of the bar. A dreadful silence filled the room and the bar tender asked both Fiegler and Otto to leave.
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Post by Artsy Astra on Oct 21, 2022 1:51:33 GMT -5
As they stepped out onto the street Otto would curse the bar, "Bah, they didn't need our patronage anyway! They should respect you Kommandant, those unpatriotic fools."
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Post by Greywall on Oct 21, 2022 1:56:01 GMT -5
"Bah, I need to get home anyway. I need sleep for tomorrow. That stupid hulking beast we have to look over from Galra. Ugh, make steel beast...for...anyway. Good night my comrade. Glory to the Reich."
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Post by Artsy Astra on Oct 21, 2022 4:58:30 GMT -5
Otto Would wave goodbye, "Ja I should turn in as well, have a good night Kommandant. Glory to the Reich!" He would casually walk for a few feet before subtly checking around him and slinking off into the darkness.
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