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discedo_logs2009-10-14 05:41 pm
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After being in Discedo for almost a year, Germany goes nuts.
Who: Germany (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lovesauerkraut) [OPEN]
Where: Right outside of the high school.
When: 6PM.
Rating: Starts out as PG-13 I guess, for blood, but could get worse. Nation's nucking futs right now.
Summary: Germany is crazy. Germany has a taste for blood. Germany has a riding crop. Yes.
the log:
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA~! I AM the strongest nation! I am SUPERIOR! All of the others will be on their knees, begging for me to let them off easy! But I won't! I'll destroy them all!"
The very loud, very crazy nation of Germany stood at the very bottom of the steps in front of the high school. His right arm was clearly injured, with a gash about four inches long that was quite visible, as the green fabric of his uniform there was long gone. Jumping forward, he glanced around, muttering some incomprehensible words in his mother tongue. He was obviously looking for someone, or something.
"COME OUT. COME OUT, I WANT TO PLAY. I WORK TOO MUCH. I NEED PLAY TIME. ENGLAND! AMERICA! COME OUT!"
In one of his hands was a riding crop, which he quickly cracked into the air. He laughed for a minute or so and then began to run forward, hoping to find a fellow nation... or anyone, really.
[OOC: You have mun permission to beat the sauerkraut out of Germany. I'd rather him not be killed though. Just really, really hurt.]
lovesauerkraut) [OPEN]Where: Right outside of the high school.
When: 6PM.
Rating: Starts out as PG-13 I guess, for blood, but could get worse. Nation's nucking futs right now.
Summary: Germany is crazy. Germany has a taste for blood. Germany has a riding crop. Yes.
the log:
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA~! I AM the strongest nation! I am SUPERIOR! All of the others will be on their knees, begging for me to let them off easy! But I won't! I'll destroy them all!"
The very loud, very crazy nation of Germany stood at the very bottom of the steps in front of the high school. His right arm was clearly injured, with a gash about four inches long that was quite visible, as the green fabric of his uniform there was long gone. Jumping forward, he glanced around, muttering some incomprehensible words in his mother tongue. He was obviously looking for someone, or something.
"COME OUT. COME OUT, I WANT TO PLAY. I WORK TOO MUCH. I NEED PLAY TIME. ENGLAND! AMERICA! COME OUT!"
In one of his hands was a riding crop, which he quickly cracked into the air. He laughed for a minute or so and then began to run forward, hoping to find a fellow nation... or anyone, really.
[OOC: You have mun permission to beat the sauerkraut out of Germany. I'd rather him not be killed though. Just really, really hurt.]