Option 1: Let the can drip-drip away and get out of the sun which already made your back red and painful.
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You decide to let it drip away as you felt that you'd get skin cancer if you stayed out here any longer. You picked your shirt off the ground, surprised that it wasn't on fire or at least smoking. You walked off towards the tent, soon forgetting about the leaky jerrycan. | You decide to let it drip away as you felt that you'd get skin cancer if you stayed out here any longer. You picked your shirt off the ground, surprised that it wasn't on fire or at least smoking. You walked off towards the tent, soon forgetting about the leaky jerrycan. | ||
- | You walk into the tent where the rest of your crew was. You saw them sitting around a table with crew members from other tanks. You saw your commander Kaleb Strassmann sitting with the gunner Benedikt, who was also his brother. | + | You walk into the tent where the rest of your crew was. You saw them sitting around a table with crew members from other tanks. You saw your commander Kaleb Strassmann sitting with the gunner Benedikt, who was also his brother. There were other commanders there as well, but nothing too special. |
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+ | That is until you saw Wolfhard Kottmann. He was the commander of this current division, an Oberst. He was the commander of one of three Tigers, and a good friend with Kaleb. | ||
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+ | He noticed you and smiled warmly, waving you over. The rest of the group continued to talk amongst themselves over beverages and food. You wouldn't lie, you were a bit nervous. Anyone would be if the Oberst called them over, in any situation. | ||
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+ | He pulled a seat out from under the table and gestured to it. You sat in it, keeping your red-hot back off the chairs backpiece. Wolfhard turned his seat to face you and sat up, looking at you with a warm smile and a calm face. | ||
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Revision as of 22:29, 25 October 2017
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You decide to let it drip away as you felt that you'd get skin cancer if you stayed out here any longer. You picked your shirt off the ground, surprised that it wasn't on fire or at least smoking. You walked off towards the tent, soon forgetting about the leaky jerrycan.
You walk into the tent where the rest of your crew was. You saw them sitting around a table with crew members from other tanks. You saw your commander Kaleb Strassmann sitting with the gunner Benedikt, who was also his brother. There were other commanders there as well, but nothing too special.
That is until you saw Wolfhard Kottmann. He was the commander of this current division, an Oberst. He was the commander of one of three Tigers, and a good friend with Kaleb.
He noticed you and smiled warmly, waving you over. The rest of the group continued to talk amongst themselves over beverages and food. You wouldn't lie, you were a bit nervous. Anyone would be if the Oberst called them over, in any situation.
He pulled a seat out from under the table and gestured to it. You sat in it, keeping your red-hot back off the chairs backpiece. Wolfhard turned his seat to face you and sat up, looking at you with a warm smile and a calm face.
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