Endsieg.The last of the fuhrer's folly is at hand; the German race to be at the end of International interests. Those few twelve years not a slave - a judenfrei state - but it appears the Lord Christ has other plans for the German nation. As if predestined, the seed of Jacobin, long excommunicated from Abraham by their rejection of the Cross, have converged together and sent forth the satanic forces of democracy and communism to bring ruin to the last of the Lord's favored government - autocracy. It appears usury and human sin is far mightier than the virtues of the Reich, and so truly, the world deserves another century of Christlessness.Indeed, the Jacobonite truly hate us all, but it was our fault for being so enticed by their Luciferian calls of freedom and equality. Perhaps, this race embodies the serpent in the garden, and it is no more their fault as it is all of mankind's fault for trying treason against God's natural order. The rally call of Babel is at hand, and the last of Imperial Christendom shall see its death. Emperor Constantine's work shall now slumber and give way for a new era of pagan imperialism - secularism. Democracy is truly hell - it had crucified the Christ and gave us Barabbas. Another rape of royalty and Europe shall begin - another Reign of Terror, another murder of Bourbons and Romanovs, and another Gates of Toledo shall be at hand. Absolute rulership is anathema to the evildoer.There, in the siege of the capital, Soviet shells strike besides you. Brick and shrapnel fly and rip through grey matter - your grey matter. Your soul leaves the flesh, and with one last whisper, you shall join the Church Triumphant - as so God ordains.Not yet.With one blink to the next, scenes of smoke and fire give way to a view of a cathedral - the Lord's temple."Summoning complete." To your left, a row of templars are at a sword rest, and to your front, a lady."Hero, welcome to our world." She curtsies. "Lady Walsingham, at your service">Your name?Before you appears three free-floating glass windows with labels. Choose one power.>Absolute water>Absolute healing>Absolute lightHitlerjugend Isekai is a lazy drawfag isekai quest. I expect updates to be lil spontaneous, a lil slow, but hopefully semi-consistent.
>Fridolf von der Ahe>Absolute healing
>>6078574>Arnold Jäger>Absolute water
>>6078574>Hans Schwarzenegger>Absolute LightInteresting premise, & well-written to das boot.
>>6078574>Hans Günther von Steiner>Absolute light
>>6078574> Michael von Oben> Absolute healingIt would be so good if we were a literal angel especially at this point of the war. How deep the Soviets are?
>>6078574>Hanskrieger Mangruben>Absolute healingYes, our mother named us "Hanskrieger." We aren't sure that she wasn't touched in the head after what happened to our father in the first war, but we love her all the same.
>>6078574>Absolute light>Hanskrieger MangrubenBring light back to the world!
>>6078616Switching vote to this:>>6078845
>>6078574Premise looks interesting, OP.>Hans Günther von Steiner>Absolute light
On break. Writing. Will post in about 8-10 hours.
>>6078614>>6078694>>6078734>>6078765>>6078845>>6078888>>6078960>>6079402>Hanskrieger Mangruben"Hanskrieger Mangruben, madam." Some unfamiliar-ish words slip from your tongue, coupled with deja vu. That's your name, right? Is it even a real native name? "Pleased to meet you."Kneeling forwards, left foot hiked up and in front. You extend your right hand, open-palmed. She reacts to the kind gesture, gently reaching for a handshake. Suddenly, you employ a most courteous sleight of hand. Your hand takes hers from underneath, so then elegantly you escort her hand to your lips, kissing just above the knuckle.In that moment, you'd say something else, but you catch your words first. Silence is a weapon of the fuhrer, and here, you've thrown the ball in her court. Your eyes peer deeply into hers; her cheeks flushing slightly. Dearest lady from afar, what will you say?She catches her blush, regaining composure. "Well-mannerd, aren't you?"Although, to be honest, you were seriously about to shake her hand like a man.You've released her hand, then you stand up, or at least you tried to. Carrying yourself on the carbine, you're essentially stumbling upwards, wincing at dull and cramping sensations. Some powerful headache takes place, and now you're powering through. Looking at yourself, you don't seem so injured or gashed, and you're still in that sweaty youth uniform, and though as dirty as it is, it was far more proper military attire compared to all the other working class in your volkssturm unit, with what a majority of men appearing in suits and hats and others in railway or firefighting attire. One defeatist, you've personally executed, though tragically, it was the only blood you've drawn in that battle."Hey. A few questions. Where am I? When am I? What am I? Why am I?""Right, right." She begins to explain. "Hero, you've been summond forth by call to destiny away from your home, nay for any particularly quality, trait, or merit of thine own. Heavenly Providence hast ordaind your name onto the book of legends, and of this chosen decree, our finest scholars have summoned you into this realm. Many a lamb, fruits, and silver were burnt and turnd to ash for your sake, so dear hero, please treat us well.""And of why I've been summoned? And when?""Tis the fifth century and forty-fifth year of solace, but as for our tru year of the Lord, we hath no collection or record, but instead our utmost gratitude for the Lord's protection. For this sake, I must explain, all of the Lord's subjects you see here hath descent from refugees many a century ago, retreating from the cursed surface into this deep and arcane bunker.""Bunker?" Cathedral, in a bunker?
>>6079851"Yes, hero. And with each century, we retreat many levels lower, out of fear of the creeping miasma and undead above. Lord hath protection oer us, we are still safe, but yet you know the loss of estate is most unsustainable for our realm, and so we hath summond heroes like you to trie breakthrough and restore territory so rightfully belonging to mankind."For a "bunker" this massive, we must be long below the watertable. "My lady, how large is this bunker.""Enough to hath sustaind and prosperd many kingdoms of the old holy empire."If only the reich had such a superstructure. "Enough, I've heard enough.""So you are ready?""Yes, yes." Ready for what?One of the templars hand the lady a sword."Stand and receive." And so I stand.>Absolute LightDriven, the sword slides through your third and fourth rib, its tip puncturing into the atrium then extending out of your back.Fuck!"Give me a fucking break!" You step in to punch down at her elbow. She catches it.She cringes a little. "Relax.""No, you fucking rela-!"That last word belches out a hot puddle of blood.Roll 1d100. Worst of three.Choose one.>Run away>Tackle her>OtherI wish I could have drawn this, but I am not so fast
Rolled 92 (1d100)>>6079852>Tackle herSo, you're just picking the lowest value for this occasion, or is the quest itself a roll-under type?
Rolled 97 (1d100)>Spit Blood
Rolled 90 (1d100)>>6079852>Tackle her
>>6079852>Tackle her Usually it's bo3, interesting to see the opposite.
>>6079852>Suplex her
>worst of three>90The Führer is with us. Unless it's a roll low to succeed system, in which case the evil magicks of the Jude have interfered in our destiny.
>>6079852>Tackle her>>6079973> d100 high to succeed, worst-of-nI didn't expect anything worse from a true /pol/ack. With every post this thread gets better
>>6080071Where does OP say "high to succeed"? Granted, it's assumed, but still.
What's the result?
>>6080858A dead quest, I guess
>>6081887OP has black person work ethic baka
>>6083508KEK 100% Rhine Bastard Energy
I want to believe.
>>6089506Me too...
