The Kilel6-Boners War, Lancers Please Read Options

[SMS SKULL 2]

I left for family Saturday morning, and you can imagine the look on my face when I came back tonight only to view the Lancer announcement thread. I am disappoint, disappoint at Trav for returning after proclaiming his disinterest in getting involved, DirtyBirdie for acting childish after assuring me he was most definitely not, and Kilel6 for... well, being Kilel6, being unable to put aside his ego to end this tussle. SKULL 0 said what he could do, and I always go by the cold but fair logic of "admit and apologize", neither of which he followed and therefore has proved nothing to us. I was preparing to write up a big super angry post, but one thing stuck out to me. Something I knew I couldn't address just on your board.

You can't start a war for no damned reason.

Watch me.

Major SKULL 2: "Gentlemen, it has often been said that I like war.

Gentlemen, I like war.

No, Gentlemen. 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 the 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 into the air and cut to pieces by well placed sniper rounds.

And there is nothing like a tank operator using a Tiger attack 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 charging 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 and mowed down by ear piercing schmeissers!

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

I love it when my forced are ravaged by a Russian armored division extremely laggy randoms. 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 random war machines. The humiliation, as my men crawl around like vermin, ducking the yark bombers 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 you really want? Do you wish for further war as I do? Do you wish for a merciless, bloody war? A war who's fury is built with iron, and lightning, and fire? Do you ask for war to sweep in like a tempest, leaving not even ravens to scavenge, from this Earth Internets!?"

Letzes Battalion SKULL Squadron: "Krieg! Krieg! Krieg! Krieg, krieg, krieg!"

Major SKULL 2: "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 half a century wallowing in the darkness, for us, a simple "ordinary" war will no longer be sufficient. We need a MASSIVE war! A war like none that man's history has never known!

We are but a single battalion squadron... The remnants of of defeated army disbanded squadron numbering less than a thousand 14 strong. However, I believe that each of you warriors is worth 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 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 is like to live in fear. We will remind them of the sound our jackboots make against their throats. We will remind them, that there are more things between Heaven and Hell than drifters in their philosophy.

The Kampfgruppe flight team of one thousand vampires 15 pilots will burn this world down to ash. Yes, Gentlemen! Soon, Europe's The Lancers' chared remains will illuminate the night sky! I have brought you all back just as I promised I would. Back to our favorite battlefield. Back to our beloved war!

At last, the sea lion has crossed the ocean and is heading up the hill! Attention soldiers of the Millenium battalion Strategic Military Services, this is a message from your commander:

Gentlemen...let's create Hell."

Details to follow, gentlemen.

This post has been edited by SMS SKULL 2: Jan 25 2010, 02:28 PM