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  • Originally posted by Broken_Erika View Post
    sooo, watcha drinkin' this time?
    Beer as always and some Irish whiskey (Jameson).

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    • Originally posted by Proteus_MST View Post
      My guess:
      Vodka

      He is a russian, after all
      Your guess is wrong, as always.
      I am a Russian, but vodka+Russian=Western stereotype.

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      • That will never happen again!
        Nuclear ashes are await you!

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        • Replace "German" with an "American" and you get the picture.

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          • You want us dead?
            Fine!!!
            We will kill you instead!

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            • Insane clowns! :facepalm:

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              • Originally posted by Serb View Post

                Your guess is wrong, as always.
                I am a Russian, but vodka+Russian=Western stereotype.
                That makes it more difficult to guess.
                Krimskoye?
                Kvas?
                Samogon?

                Addendum .. ah I see, you already answered it
                Tamsin (Lost Girl): "I am the Harbinger of Death. I arrive on winds of blessed air. Air that you no longer deserve."
                Tamsin (Lost Girl): "He has fallen in battle and I must take him to the Einherjar in Valhalla"

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                • I did.

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                  • Konstantin Simonov - KILL HIM

                    If your house means a thing to you
                    Where you first dreamed your Russian dreams
                    In your swinging cradle, afloat
                    Beneath the log ceiling beams.
                    If your house means a thing to you
                    With its stove, corners, walls and floors
                    Worn smooth by the footsteps of three
                    Generations of ancestors.

                    If your small garden means a thing:
                    With its May blooms and bees humming low,
                    With its table your grandfather built
                    Neath the linden - a century ago.
                    If you don't want a German to tread
                    The floor in your house and chance
                    To sit in your ancestors' place
                    And destroy your yard's trees and plants

                    If your mother is dear to you
                    And the breast that gave you suck
                    Which hasn't had milk for years
                    But is now where you put your cheek;
                    If you cannot stand the thought
                    Of a German's doing her harm.
                    Beating her furrowed face
                    With her braids wound round his arm.
                    And those hands which carried you
                    To your cradle washing instead
                    A German's dirty clothes
                    Or making him his bed .

                    [If you haven't forgotten your father
                    Who tossed you and teased your toes,
                    Who was a good soldier, who vanished
                    In the high Carpathian snows,
                    Who died for your motherland's fate,
                    For each Don and each Volga wave,
                    If you don't want him in his sleeping
                    To turn over in his grave,
                    When a German tears his soldier picture
                    With crosses from its place
                    And before your own mother's eyes
                    Stamps hobnailed boots on his face.]

                    If you don't want to give away
                    Her you walked with and didn't touch,
                    Her you didn't dare even to kiss
                    For a long time - you loved her so much,
                    And the Germans cornering her
                    And taking her alive by force,
                    Crucifying her - three of them
                    Naked, on the floor; with coarse
                    Moans, hate, and blood, -
                    Those dogs taking advantage of
                    All you sacredly preserved
                    With your strong, male love.

                    If you don't want to give away
                    To a German with his black gun
                    Your house, your mother, your wife
                    All that's yours as a native son
                    No: No one will save your land
                    If you don't save it from the worst.
                    No: No one will kill this foe,
                    If you don't kill him first.

                    And until you have killed him, don't
                    Talk about your love - and
                    Call the house where you lived your home
                    Or the land where you grew up your land.

                    If your brother killed a German,
                    If your neighbor killed one too,
                    It's your brother's and neighbor's vengeance,
                    And it's no revenge for you.
                    You can't sit behind another
                    Letting him fire your shot.
                    If your brother kills a German,
                    Hes a soldier; you are not.

                    So kill that German so he
                    Will lie on the ground's backbone,
                    So the funeral wailing will be
                    In his house, not in your own.
                    He wanted it so It's his guilt
                    Let his house burn up, and his life.
                    Let his woman become a widow;
                    Don't let it be your wife.
                    Don't let your mother tire from tears;
                    Let the one who bore him bear the pain.
                    Don't let it be yours, but his
                    Family who will wait in vain.

                    So kill at least one of them
                    And as soon as you can. Still
                    Each one you chance to see!
                    Kill him! Kill him!
                    Kill!!!

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                    • That is why you will never beat us!
                      (written by the the same poet in 1941)

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                        • Originally posted by Dinner View Post
                          Aeson Why am I a settler? I have been here since 2001 and used to be an Emperor.
                          This one's for you!



                           
                          No, I did not steal that from somebody on Something Awful.

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                          • Originally posted by Serb View Post
                            Tête-à-tête sombre et limpide / Qu'un coeœur devenu son miroir

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                            • Originally posted by Serb View Post
                              You want us dead?
                              Who said we want you dead? You're much more entertaining alive. Who would we make fun of?
                              It's almost as if all his overconfident, absolutist assertions were spoonfed to him by a trusted website or subreddit. Sheeple
                              RIP Tony Bogey & Baron O

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                              • Poland?

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