04 Feb 16 UTC | Autumn, 1942: FUCK THE SLAVS, ARYAN RACE FOR A MILLENIUM |
04 Feb 16 UTC | Autumn, 1942: There's a sad sort of clanging from the clock in the hall And the bells in the steeple too. And up in the nursery, an absurd little bird Is popping up to say, "Cuckoo cuckoo!" Regretfully they tell us but firmly they compel us To say goodbye to you. So long, farewell,auf wiedersehen, good night. I hate to go and leave this pretty sight. So long, farewell auf wiedersehen, adieu Adieu, adieu, to yieu and yieu and yieu. So long, farewell, au revoir, auf wiedersehen. I'd like to stay and taste my first champagne Yes? "no." So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, goodbye I leave and heave a sigh and say goodbye I'm glad to go, I cannot tell a lie I flit, I float, I fleetly flee, I fly The sun has gone to bed and so must I So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, goodbye Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye (Adults) Goodbye |
04 Feb 16 UTC | Autumn, 1942: GameMaster: Italian Empire voted for a Draw. If everyone votes Draw the game will end and the points are split equally among all the surviving players, regardless of how many supply centers each player has. |
04 Feb 16 UTC | Autumn, 1942: God save our gracious Queen Long live our noble Queen God save the Queen Send her victorious Happy and glorious Long to reign over us God save the Queen O Lord our God arise Scatter her enemies And make them fall Confound their politics Frustrate their knavish tricks On Thee our hopes we fix God save us all Thy choicest gifts in store On her be pleased to pour Long may she reign May she defend our laws And ever give us cause To sing with heart and voice God save the Queen Not in this land alone But be God's mercies known From shore to shore Lord make the nations see That men should brothers be And form one family The wide world over From every latent foe From the assassins blow God save the Queen O'er her thine arm extend For Britain's sake defend Our mother, prince, and friend God save the Queen Lord grant that Marshal Wade May by thy mighty aid Victory bring May he sedition hush And like a torrent rush Rebellious Scots to crush God save the King |
04 Feb 16 UTC | Autumn, 1942: God save our gracious Queen Long live our noble Queen God save the Queen Send her victorious Happy and glorious Long to reign over us God save the Queen O Lord our God arise Scatter her enemies And make them fall Confound their politics Frustrate their knavish tricks On Thee our hopes we fix God save us all Thy choicest gifts in store On her be pleased to pour Long may she reign May she defend our laws And ever give us cause To sing with heart and voice God save the Queen Not in this land alone But be God's mercies known From shore to shore Lord make the nations see That men should brothers be And form one family The wide world over From every latent foe From the assassins blow God save the Queen O'er her thine arm extend For Britain's sake defend Our mother, prince, and friend God save the Queen Lord grant that Marshal Wade May by thy mighty aid Victory bring May he sedition hush And like a torrent rush Rebellious Scots to crush God save the King |
04 Feb 16 UTC | Autumn, 1942: God save our gracious Queen Long live our noble Queen God save the Queen Send her victorious Happy and glorious Long to reign over us God save the Queen O Lord our God arise Scatter her enemies And make them fall Confound their politics Frustrate their knavish tricks On Thee our hopes we fix God save us all Thy choicest gifts in store On her be pleased to pour Long may she reign May she defend our laws And ever give us cause To sing with heart and voice God save the Queen Not in this land alone But be God's mercies known From shore to shore Lord make the nations see That men should brothers be And form one family The wide world over From every latent foe From the assassins blow God save the Queen O'er her thine arm extend For Britain's sake defend Our mother, prince, and friend God save the Queen Lord grant that Marshal Wade May by thy mighty aid Victory bring May he sedition hush And like a torrent rush Rebellious Scots to crush God save the King |
04 Feb 16 UTC | Spring, 1943: pack your bags were going to ceylon |
08 Feb 16 UTC | Autumn, 1943: You have betrayed the Mario Party Alliance. You Will all die |
08 Feb 16 UTC | Autumn, 1943: You have betrayed the Mario Party Alliance. You Will all die |
09 Feb 16 UTC | Autumn, 1944: "Ich schwöre bei Gott diesen heiligen Eid, daß ich dem Führer des Deutschen Reiches und Volkes Adolf Hitler, dem Oberbefehlshaber der Wehrmacht, unbedingten Gehorsam leisten und als tapferer Soldat bereit sein will, jederzeit für diesen Eid mein Leben einzusetzen." |
09 Feb 16 UTC | Autumn, 1944: Уничтожение классов достигается не путём потухания классовой борьбы, а путём её усиления. Отмирание государства придёт не через ослабление государственной власти, а через её максимальное усиление, необходимое для того, чтобы добить остатки умирающих классов и организовать оборону против капиталистического окружения, которое далеко ещё не уничтожено и не скоро ещё будет уничтожено. |
09 Feb 16 UTC | Autumn, 1944: Retreating forward is stupid |
09 Feb 16 UTC | Spring, 1945: fottiti negri -mussolini |
10 Feb 16 UTC | Spring, 1945: Le Royaume-Uni est de la merde hahaha |
10 Feb 16 UTC | Spring, 1945: Le Royaume-Uni est de la merde hahaha |
11 Feb 16 UTC | Autumn, 1945: I blame the Jews... and the gays, the Romani, the Blacks, the slavs, the communists, the Franks, the Spaniards, the Dutch, The Belgians, the Croats, the Bosnians, the Muslims, the Socialists, the anarchists, the atheists, the pagans, the catholics, and the Jews again, especially the Jews |
11 Feb 16 UTC | Autumn, 1945: I blame the Russians |
14 Feb 16 UTC | Spring, 1946: I vow to thee, my country, all earthly things above, Entire and whole and perfect, the service of my love; The love that asks no question, the love that stands the test, That lays upon the altar the dearest and the best; The love that never falters, the love that pays the price, The love that makes undaunted the final sacrifice. I heard my country calling, away across the sea, Across the waste of waters, she calls and calls to me. Her sword is girded at her side, her helmet on her head,[6] And around her feet are lying the dying and the dead; I hear the noise of battle, the thunder of her guns; I haste to thee, my mother, a son among thy sons. And there's another country, I've heard of long ago, Most dear to them that love her, most great to them that know; We may not count her armies, we may not see her King; Her fortress is a faithful heart, her pride is suffering; And soul by soul and silently her shining bounds increase, And her ways are ways of gentleness, and all her paths are peace. |
26 Feb 16 UTC | Autumn, 1948: shit |
28 Feb 16 UTC | Spring, 1949: I just realized that Sumatra is the only untouched tile right now. |