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MasterEcabob
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Vell, you vont to talk ze shmak? Ve ov da Rebel Poleesh t'ink you imperial'sh are ze puny anorak vussies, auf whom every zingle cowahrd vill probably turtle in theyar "oh so invulnerable" base. Vell just know zees, ve are comink for you, unt no puny valls or armor that geeves you bad periferal veeshon vill keep you safe from our pyure buffnesh unt our austrian accentsh.
READTHEFORUMCODE!!!
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Wedge Antillies CVBragallot wrote:It's alright mr Wedge Antilles, you'll get your shareWarhead wrote:Yay! One more Imperial meat sack! Game On!
Blew up a Death Star
Commander Of Rogue Squadron
Killed vast amounts of Imperial Pilots and countless tons of Imperial Shipping and personnel destroyed.
Always survives.
Imperial CV
Guaranteed not to live long enough to pick up a pay cheque.
Didn't even have a name tag.
Destined to die.
You're going down, down to China Town!
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Bragallot
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I don't mind, because: 
My friends, it has often been said that I like var. My friends, I like var. No. Friends, I LOVE var. I love holocausts, I love blitzkriegs, I love defensive lines, I love sieges, charges, I love mop-up operations and retreats. Wars across prairies, in streets, in trenches, in grasslands, in frozen tundra’s through deserts or the sea, the air. I love every act of var that can occur upon this earth. I love blasting ze enemy to smithereens vit artillery salvos that funder across the lines of battle. My heart leaps with joy venever a soldier is tossed high into ze air and cut to pieces by well-placed sniper roundz. Und ze feeling dat comes ven a soldier runs screaming from his blazing tank only to be mowed down by heavy machine gun fire is such an exquisite feeling. Like then ranks of infantry brandish their bayonets and rushing into ze enemy lines. It movez me deep within my heart to watch a fresh recruit stabbing over and over into ze bloodied chest of a long dead enemy. Ze zight of deserters strung up from a street lamp is an irresistible pleasure und dere zere is nothing more arousing dan the sound of prisoners of var dropping like fliez and screaming in agony and mowed down by ier-piercing schmeizers. Ven a band of pitiful rezistanz fighterz makes their final stand with nothing but small arms only to have their city smashed to atoms block by block, by 4.8 10 bombshells I’m in extasy. I love it when my forces are ravished by a Russian armoured division. It’s so sad to see towns and villages that were supposed to be defended at all costs being laid to wastez. Their vimmin and children being snuggled and killed. I love to be squashed under the heel of the british or American var machines. Ze humiliation as my men crawl around like vermin. Gentlemen, all I ask for is var. Var so great as to make hell itself tremble. Gentlemen. I ask you as fellow brothers in arms, vat is it dat you really want? Do you wish for further var as I do? Do you wish for a merciless bloody var? A var who’s fury is built with iron and lightning und fire? Do you ask for var to swing in like a tempest leaving not even RAVENS TO SCAVENGE FROM DIS EARTH? Very vell. Den Krieg is vat you shall have. We are a clenched fist ready to strike down all vo oppose us with our might. But, after enduring for over half a century, wallowing in ze darkness for us a simple, ordinary var will no longer be sufficient. We need a MASSIVE VAR! A var beyond man’s history has ever known! Ve are but a single battalion, ze remnants of a defeated army numbering less than a… thirty strong… However, I believe that each of you old varriors is equal to a thousand of each of their sickly soft children. We represent a force that could easily defeat an army of a million and one men! It is time for dem to awake, the onez dat sent us screaming into oblivion and who now lie sleeping. Let’s drag zem out of bed by ze hair and remind zem of vat we are. Ve vill remind zem of what it feels like to live in fear. Ve will remind zem of de sound our jackboots make against dere throats. Ve vill remind zem dat dere are more things between heaven and hell dan can be dreamt of in dere philosophy. Our kamfgruppe of 1000 vampires is going to burn zis world down zo ash. Yes my friends, soon europe’s charred remains will illuminate de night sky. I have brought you all back just like I promised I would. Back to our favourite battlefield. Back to our beloved VAR. At last ze sea lion has crossed ze ocean and is heading up ze hill. Attention all soldiers of ze millennium battalion! Dis is a message of your commander. Friends, letz bring dem hell.
My friends, it has often been said that I like var. My friends, I like var. No. Friends, I LOVE var. I love holocausts, I love blitzkriegs, I love defensive lines, I love sieges, charges, I love mop-up operations and retreats. Wars across prairies, in streets, in trenches, in grasslands, in frozen tundra’s through deserts or the sea, the air. I love every act of var that can occur upon this earth. I love blasting ze enemy to smithereens vit artillery salvos that funder across the lines of battle. My heart leaps with joy venever a soldier is tossed high into ze air and cut to pieces by well-placed sniper roundz. Und ze feeling dat comes ven a soldier runs screaming from his blazing tank only to be mowed down by heavy machine gun fire is such an exquisite feeling. Like then ranks of infantry brandish their bayonets and rushing into ze enemy lines. It movez me deep within my heart to watch a fresh recruit stabbing over and over into ze bloodied chest of a long dead enemy. Ze zight of deserters strung up from a street lamp is an irresistible pleasure und dere zere is nothing more arousing dan the sound of prisoners of var dropping like fliez and screaming in agony and mowed down by ier-piercing schmeizers. Ven a band of pitiful rezistanz fighterz makes their final stand with nothing but small arms only to have their city smashed to atoms block by block, by 4.8 10 bombshells I’m in extasy. I love it when my forces are ravished by a Russian armoured division. It’s so sad to see towns and villages that were supposed to be defended at all costs being laid to wastez. Their vimmin and children being snuggled and killed. I love to be squashed under the heel of the british or American var machines. Ze humiliation as my men crawl around like vermin. Gentlemen, all I ask for is var. Var so great as to make hell itself tremble. Gentlemen. I ask you as fellow brothers in arms, vat is it dat you really want? Do you wish for further var as I do? Do you wish for a merciless bloody var? A var who’s fury is built with iron and lightning und fire? Do you ask for var to swing in like a tempest leaving not even RAVENS TO SCAVENGE FROM DIS EARTH? Very vell. Den Krieg is vat you shall have. We are a clenched fist ready to strike down all vo oppose us with our might. But, after enduring for over half a century, wallowing in ze darkness for us a simple, ordinary var will no longer be sufficient. We need a MASSIVE VAR! A var beyond man’s history has ever known! Ve are but a single battalion, ze remnants of a defeated army numbering less than a… thirty strong… However, I believe that each of you old varriors is equal to a thousand of each of their sickly soft children. We represent a force that could easily defeat an army of a million and one men! It is time for dem to awake, the onez dat sent us screaming into oblivion and who now lie sleeping. Let’s drag zem out of bed by ze hair and remind zem of vat we are. Ve vill remind zem of what it feels like to live in fear. Ve will remind zem of de sound our jackboots make against dere throats. Ve vill remind zem dat dere are more things between heaven and hell dan can be dreamt of in dere philosophy. Our kamfgruppe of 1000 vampires is going to burn zis world down zo ash. Yes my friends, soon europe’s charred remains will illuminate de night sky. I have brought you all back just like I promised I would. Back to our favourite battlefield. Back to our beloved VAR. At last ze sea lion has crossed ze ocean and is heading up ze hill. Attention all soldiers of ze millennium battalion! Dis is a message of your commander. Friends, letz bring dem hell.
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I used to think that it was just a coincidence that the end of Star Wars played like one giant butt joke, what with the small moon and the came from behind and the aim your snub fighter for the trench exhaust port... but when they needed a Wedge to defeat it, I knew it was no coincidence. George Lucas is obsessed with the butt.Warhead wrote:Wedge Antillies CV
Blew up a Death Star