sturmbahnfuhrer: (I Love War)
[The call comes early in the morning, around 6:30-7 am when everyone would be having breakfast and getting ready for work and school. Or, uh, should be. Despite how early it is, the Major still sounds as jovial and chipper as always.]

Hello! Good morning! My, quite an exciting last week we had, wasn't it? Certainly, certainly, it reminded me quite a bit of home.

Ah, but that isn't why I'm calling this fine morning! As a public servant, it is my duty to often give messages to the public that might be of interest, and you might expect me to be doing this duty now and then in the next coming months.

But, today, I have a simple message. An educational one, in fact, presented in a way I think might be pleasing to young and old alike.

I call this story "The Fox and the Wolf".

Cut here for story aw yeah )

Tell me, tell me! What lesson do you think we could learn from this story?

[Action: Police Station]

[Hey, you know the new officer? The one a lot of you might know as a complete psycho who wants to spread war?

At the moment he's just happily doing paper work, filing and marking out reports. Bother him?]
sturmbahnfuhrer: (Go Forth)
Yes hello!

As much as it pains me to do so, today is in fact a day where it would appear those of us in town who have been given the...distinction of being a father have been given certain benefits. Thus, I have a small request.

Are there any women here who might be quite capable and skilled in technology and servicing machines?

I'm in need of a bit of help, as I'm afraid I have no skill in the matter, and something I need repaired.
sturmbahnfuhrer: (Did I mention I'm Evil)
[With all the new arrivals coming in recently, The Major supposed it would, perhaps, be appropriate to say something. Maybe to gauge the new arrivals. Specifically, on a subject he holds near and dear to his heart.

So, picking up the phone, he'll speak only a single word, and wait for response.]

sturmbahnfuhrer: (Chillin in my chair)
Action; Locked to 1667 Nelson Street )

[The voice coming over the phone is smothered in a thick German accent, although it isn't unpleasant. The man sounds cheery as he speaks, and there's the occasional soft twang of the phone cord as the man wraps it around his finger.]

If there is a Hell, I should suppose this is always what I had expected it should look like. No time, or place, so highlighted the idea of pointless mediocrity and a failed mirage of perfection as 50s era America.

I wonder, what sins might my fellow damned have possibly committed that they should be so punished as to be left here?


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