I was bored and thought I'd post something here.
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Thump, thump, thump.
The Soviet army marched towards the centre of the city at a fast pace, but the general was nowhere to be seen. No one was leading the army, so why were they so... formal? Russia - Ivan Bragisnki - left his only daughter in charge, but there wasn't any female in the crowd. Strange.
Blonde hair locks blew in the wind at the top of a building. There was a girl dressed in the formal Soviet army officer uniform, but more feminine - a pair of green pants with matching jacket, several medals pinned on her chest and the typical Russian cap upon her head. She didn't look older than perhaps 16-17 years old. Dominika Braginski was her name and she was the capital personification of Russia - Moscow - hence she was the favourite child.
Dominika was the general-colonel of the Red army, but what was she doing so far away from it? Well, she had come up with the plan to shoot anyone who belonged to an army different from hers. She had given clear orders to her men to march the city and announce the arrival of the great Russia. They were going to become one with the Motherland whether they liked it or not.
She was kneeling down on the ground with her elbows resting on the edge of the roof whilst holding her AK-47. An innocent yet toxic smile was plastered on her face as she scanned the area. She had spotted a soldier crossing the street with a gun in his arms. "D'ere you are...", she chanted quietly as she closed her right eye and aimed the gun to his head. Once the tip of her gun aligned perfectly with his head, she pulled the trigger without hesitation. She shot a bullet in his forehead and the man fell limply back, blood splattering around him.
Moscow giggled quietly and loaded her gun. "Come out and play, leetle lambs... Don't make me wait too long, da? Or A'I might have to find your nest and massacre you all on d'e spot.", she chanted.
Participation isn't necessary unless you want to join.
You can add any plot you want or follow mine.
_______
Thump, thump, thump.
The Soviet army marched towards the centre of the city at a fast pace, but the general was nowhere to be seen. No one was leading the army, so why were they so... formal? Russia - Ivan Bragisnki - left his only daughter in charge, but there wasn't any female in the crowd. Strange.
Blonde hair locks blew in the wind at the top of a building. There was a girl dressed in the formal Soviet army officer uniform, but more feminine - a pair of green pants with matching jacket, several medals pinned on her chest and the typical Russian cap upon her head. She didn't look older than perhaps 16-17 years old. Dominika Braginski was her name and she was the capital personification of Russia - Moscow - hence she was the favourite child.
Dominika was the general-colonel of the Red army, but what was she doing so far away from it? Well, she had come up with the plan to shoot anyone who belonged to an army different from hers. She had given clear orders to her men to march the city and announce the arrival of the great Russia. They were going to become one with the Motherland whether they liked it or not.
She was kneeling down on the ground with her elbows resting on the edge of the roof whilst holding her AK-47. An innocent yet toxic smile was plastered on her face as she scanned the area. She had spotted a soldier crossing the street with a gun in his arms. "D'ere you are...", she chanted quietly as she closed her right eye and aimed the gun to his head. Once the tip of her gun aligned perfectly with his head, she pulled the trigger without hesitation. She shot a bullet in his forehead and the man fell limply back, blood splattering around him.
Moscow giggled quietly and loaded her gun. "Come out and play, leetle lambs... Don't make me wait too long, da? Or A'I might have to find your nest and massacre you all on d'e spot.", she chanted.