>>87671625Gentlemen, I love war.
Gentlemen, I... love war.
Gentlemen. I... SO LOVE WAR.
I love hololive.
I love blitzkrieg.
I love onslaught.
I love defensive.
I love besiegement.
I love breakthrough.
I love retreat.
I love mop-up.
I love withdrawal.
On the plains, In the streets, In the trenches, On the prairies, On the tundra, In the desert, On the sea, In the sky, In the mud, In the swamp.
I cherish each and every way war can be waged on this earth.
I love the thunderous roar of all artillery arrayed at the battle line firing at once, as it blows away the enemy line. My heart dances when the bodies of homoniggers are hurled into the air in pieces from a direct hit.
I love it when a unicorn smashes a homo with its 88mm horn. It left a warm feeling in my chest when the beggars would jump screaming from their zoo, only to be mowed down by machine gun fire.
I love it when the gachi ranks overrun the enemy line, SC first. It moves me when I remember the sight of a new recruit in a state of panic, stabbing an already dead enemy over and over.
Gentlemen. I wish to see a war worthy of one in hell itself.
Gentlemen, my battalion of comrades who follow me... Pray tell, what do you wish for?
Do you wish for a war as a matter of course?
Do you wish for a merciless, shitlike war?
Do you wish for a stormlike conflict which runs the gamut of blowing steel and striking flame, killing every crow in the entire world?
Very well. Then let it be Krieg.
All our strength is held in a clenched fist, poised to strike. But for we who have continued to endure a whole half a century in the depths of these dark shadows... A simple war is NO LONGER ENOUGH!!
A GREAT WAR!! ONE BORN OF OUR SINGLE-HEARTED DEVOTION!!
We are merely one battalion, no more than a thousand troop remnants. But I believe that you are all matchless hardened veterans. So gentlemen, together we are an army as powerful as a million regular soldiers.
Let us rouse those slumbering ones who drove us into the realm of forgetfulness. Let us seize them by their hair, drag them down, open their eyes, and make them remember.
We shall make them remember the taste of terror. We shall make them remember the sound of our war boots.
We shall remind them that something in the interval between heaven and earth they don't even recall with their philosophy does indeed exist.
The Krampf Gruppe of a thousand ruffians... will burn the world to a crisp.
Commence preparation for Operation 22 minute of silence.
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