April 12, 1943


After a satisfying dinner with a known defector, the Colonel slithers over to his favorite couch and lays atop it for a nap. Outside the sirens wail as giant birds of pry fly overhead, but the Reich's beast paid no mind and let his dreams take over, thinking of what the next day at war will have in store for him and his new kind......

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Well I needed to bring my OC Hiltz back, this basturd was the very first character I made, he was kind of spawned from history class and from the imagination from listening to my Great Uncle's war stories.

Hiltz belongs to me