[spoiler]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/04/b4/ed/04b4ed66e987908bee40f8f11c8f30c7.jpg[/spoiler] [u][b]Time: 21:54 Location: Dojoville Title: For the Führer![/b][/u] [i]A man slowly walked the path of Dojoville, each step making a gentle thud whenever they hit the stone pavement beneath him. He grinned beneath his midnight black, skullshaped helmet, blood red eyes shimmering dangerously in the moonlight. In the German's armoured and gloved hands, were [url=https://imgur.com/Ezktwwy]two midnight black MG42's[/url], the paint glimmering in the moonlight. The two guns were decorated with crimson red swastikas on the barrel, the trigger, and the each side of the black leather wrapped grip. The two rope thingies slowly moved back and forth with every step and, when the soft mountain wind brushed past them, same for the two belts of bullets that were wrapped around Jack's waist. Slung diagonally across the man's chest, was a [url=https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:MP44_-_Tyskland_-_8x33mm_Kurz_-_Arm%C3%A9museum.jpg]Sturmgewehr[/url], the paintjob being the same as the one the two heavy machine guns have, a large drum magazine being the only.. visible modification. At the man's right thigh was a [url=https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Parabellum_1586.png]Luger P08[/url], the paintjob, of course, being the same as every other gun's. Midnight black with crimson red swastikas. Diagonally on the Näzi's back, with the butt sticking out from behind his right shoulder, was a [url=https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:SPAS-12_stock_folded.jpg]SPAS-12[/url], this gun having no modifications at all. Just the same paintjob. The German stopped walking, slowly looking around himself and at the very curious crowd that had surrounded him. Jack growled as he raised the two heavy machine guns, some people stumbling away. [/i] "YOU FOOLS!" [i]The man sneered at the crowd, his right eye twitching as he pressured both triggers without a warning. The two weapons started spewing .50 cal bullets, each bullet tearing through someone, blood splattering the ground and buildings as the projectiles tore through people, leaving giant holes in their wake. With screams of fear and surprise, the people started running, pushing one another out of their way in a hurry to get away from the murderer, only to fall prey to the many bullets the man was during. [/i] "DIE! DIE, YOU VERMIN! FOUL ANIMALS! CAN YOU NOT SEE WE GERMANS ARE THE SUPERIOR RACE?! DIE, DIE, DIE!" [i]Locust yelled at the top of his lungs, his voice loud and raspy, a very thick German accent lacing his every loud and angry word. A deep, delightful laugh followed, the German's posture heaving as the laugh turned plain maniacal. The creaks between the stones in the pavement were filled with the blood of corpses by now, mounds of dead, mutilated people laying to the sides of the street, blood pooling beneath them. [/i] "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FOR ZE REICH, VERMIN! FOR MEIN FÜHRER! HEIL HITLER! HEIL HITLER! HEEEEEIIIIL!" [i]The man screamed as he lowered the guns, the rain of bullets stopping as smoke drew from the fire orange barrels, bullet casings laying in two piles; one to each side of the German. The man chuckled to himself, guns raising again as he continued his trek, everyone having fled inside by now. Each of his steps created a soft splash as he put his feet down in the thick layer of blood that covered the street. Jack loved it all. Every. Single. Bit. [/i] [spoiler]Open as all fück. [/spoiler]