Voice Testing; Apping to Since 1969

[sturmbahnfuhrer]

My, is this it then? I knew you and I would never be parted for too long, boy. We are simply too familiar with each other, you and I, for me to really go away! You have had quite the habit of sending me to horror games, especially ones that take place in the "past", haven't you? Do you think you could hope to break me in some way? Make me feel some form of unease at the repetition of time periods I've already seen go by?

I hope you've learned better than that by now!

Come. Let us march forward into our new battlefield as far as our feet might take us! Let us not hesitate, but go willingly to our new killing grounds! Whether it be a city or a desolate plain, a town or a hotel, the field does not matter! Whether it be against new foes, or old - and my, it would appear quite a few of the old shall be there! - let us never waver in our march. In the desolate beat our boots will make upon shattered and blood-drenched cobblestone.

Come on, boy. Let us go once more into the blood drenched night.

Comments

[overdosing]

You have a much more majestic mental image of this than I do, Herr. All I see is a small man with a big mouth, clopping all over the place.

[yes, he's mad. SOME PEOPLE would like to enjoy the thrill of BATTLE, BLOODSHED, and UNNECESSARY AMPUTATION without having goshdarned dirty Nazis ruining it, or making them mentally scream out highly specific nouns in righteous FURY.]

The poor hotel....

[master_of_monsters]

Do you make it a habit of talking to yourself, Major? How befitting for a mad man.