Millennium: Krieg! Krieg! Krieg!
Major: Then we shall have krieg. Let us drag them out of bed by the hair and remind them of what we are! We will remind them what it feels like to live in fear. We will remind them of the sound our jackboots make against their throats! Let us show them that there are more things in Heaven and Earth than are dreamt of in their philosophy. Europe’s charred remains will light up the night sky!
…How was that? Dramatic enough to send every last fangirl and fanboy into paralyzing spasms of glee?
Rip: Um…sure, Herr Major. It was the speech.
Someone will die in the next chapter. Hold your demon-horses.
(I am rather sorry I didn’t have time to draw this up properly, b ut I had been living in one place much too long already.)
Don’t listen to her. She loves leaving mysterious legends behind. Have you been to Lloydminster lately?