the mods need croissants to properly slapé the hos (bw_mods) wrote in blurred_war, @ 2010-07-31 21:08:00 |
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BLAST the AUSTRIANS to HELL (BAH) [ 01 ][ 02 ][ 03 ][ 04 ][ 05 ][ 06 ][ 07 ][ 08 ][ 09 ][ 10 ][ 11 ]
IT STARTS... Flitwick had been pouring over some maps of the camp when the alarm sounded. He looked up, eyes narrowing in thought. This was it then. He didn't intend to die on a Swiss battle field at the hands of the Austrians, but there was an irony in the fact that his ex-wife was Austrian. If she was on the opposing side he well imagined that she would be aiming for him as sad as that was. He tapped the map with his wand so it rolled up neatly and stored in a case, then grabbed his coat and hat, pulling them on and checking himself in the mirror to make certain he was presentable. A dueler and a gentleman always went into battle prepared for the worse, but looking his best. Satisfied, he threw open the door and ran outside, preparing to engage the enemy with everything he had. << BACK | NEXT >> |