Continued Nazi concentration camp RP thread Part 3
Updating last get, give me a bit
You clamber around in the hole you just dug for some moist mud - it takes a little longer, but you found just the right viscosity in the mud to do this.
You place warpaint and camouflage on your face, and any bare flesh showing - you're ready.
The partially created hole is big, but not enough - you predict that crawling through could get you stuck, but you decide to do it.
You force your head and shoulders past the wiring in the fence; the agony kicks in, your torso is the worst part - you push out your chest as fast as you can to get it over with. You are bleeding more and more as you take your pain threshold to the limits. Lastly, you pull your legs and feet out, laying there on the other side of the camp.
As you look around you, you can see the SS-Sturmbannführer's carefully parked car in a VIP area - upon closer inspection, you can see it is a Jeep like vehicle - practical and military used. It has a canopy cover; thin and can be pierced.
On your left you see the SS-Sturmbannführer entering the huge doors of the camp, with two empty watchtowers - most likely from the distraction. To your right you see a mirror image of your left; two huge doors, and empty clock towers.
You begin to crawl to the car.
20 Jews left
Not really, RP can be anything where you put people in a situation, I DnD'd a lot before this, but I decided yesterday that I'd give it a shot doing this kind of stuff on 4chan. I did one yesterday about the man trapped in the telephone box, with the military and the nephew masturbating into the sink, it was pretty awesome so I made it more interesting this time around. If the anons get this character to survive and exit the camp, then it'd probably just keep on going till he does die, like a part 2 tomorrow etc.
You crawl your way to the Jeep - you know that by the time the riot's suppressed, the watchtowers would be filled again.
It takes a long time, the pain received from forcing yourself under the fence has slowed your progress hugely. Yet, you reach the Jeep.
You instantly look for a sharp object. You search your uniform - a badge, perhaps the pin could pierce the canopy. You also find your trusty window-smaher Walther holstered once again - blunt, but could prove useful.
You decide to use the sharp pin. You clamber at the back of the car, holding onto various parts sticking out of the pristine yet hardened vehicle to hoist yourself up - as soon as you can, you impale the top of the canopy with the pin. You lay now on top of the canopy, constantly moving the pin around to get a tear somewhere.
Suddenly, the sheer weight of you and the pin's weakening combined drops you straight into the car, your boot on the horn already, blaring it out loud and clear.
10 Jews left
Like clockwork, the loud shouts and gunfire stop - perhaps the Jews surrendered, perhaps the SS-Sturmbannführer's presence caused stability. You presume that regular posts and inspection will occur momentarily.
Shout out that a rioter is attempting to escape
In the commotion restrain one of the prisoners and drag him through the mud and present him to the superior officer and hope for the best
Also believe it or not guiz but if you remember last time we breakdanced that was also me
You reach for the door handle and pull it, but it's clearly locked. Instead, you take your boot off the horn and kick it against the door with all your force. Your wound is unhurt - you can presume the exertion from the lower parts of your body doesn't affect the bullet wound in your chest.
You kick and kick again, until eventually the door springs open. Perhaps the lock was weak - this was common in these days.
You slide out the car like jelly, and attempt to perform your second premiere of the break dance routine. You spin around in all kinds of directions, your legs high in the air and your hands pushing against the ground to give you those awesome moves.
Suddenly a sharp pain hits you once again the chest - it's as if you've been shot again. The weight of your legs crushing down on your torso clearly doesn't rest well with the wound.
You let out a shout;
"A rioter is attempting to escape!"
You quickly look around for a prisoner; but, all is empty in this part of the camp.
The horn, the shouting, the breakdancing, all of this commotion is heard loud and clear since the restore to order in the camp. As you glance through the fence you came from, you see lines of Jews reforming as they were before, although now less lines - and predominately females.
Admist all the Jews scurrying to line, you notice a familiar face - a lover of long ago. Rising himself from the dust, you see the SS-Hauptsturmführer barely standing. You think you can see he's even missing an eye or two.
He has not yet seen you, but he can hear you.
You see him shouting at inferior officers, perhaps to find the source of the noises.
You hear loud footsteps reaching the top of the watchtowers.
Wait until SS-Hauptsturmfúhrer sees you.
>What ze fuck did you just fucking say about me, you verdammter Jude? I'll have you know I graduated top of mein class in ze Hitlerjugend, and I've been involved in numerous secret Gestapo raids in Berlin, and I have over 300 confirmed executions. I am trained in gorilla gassing and I am ze top sniper in ze entire Wehrmacht. You are nothing to me but just another race traitor. I will wipe you ze fuck out with precision ze likes of which has never been seen before on this Reich, mark mein fucking words. You think you can get away with saying zat scheiße to me over ze Internet? Think again, arschloch. As vee speak I am contacting mein secret network of spies across Deutschland and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for ze storm, blödel. Ze storm zat wipes out ze pathetic little thing you call your life. You're fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and zat's just with mein machinenpistole. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed kampf, but I have access to ze entire arsenal of ze Wehrmacht forces and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable arsch off ze face of ze Reich, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy blitzkrieg your little "clever" kommentar was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying ze price, you verdammter dummkopf. I will shit Zyklon B all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, kiddo.
tell this to hauptsturmfoohrer
>What the fuck did you just fucking kvetch about me you little GOY!?
I'll have you know i graduated top of my class in the IDF and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on HAMAS, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire MOSSAD. You are nothing to me but just another goy. I will shoah the fuck out of you with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with anti-semitism over the Internet? Think again, Shaygetz. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of G-d's chosen across Israel and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the holocaust, Khazer. The holocaust that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking shoah'd, gentile. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can sue you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare basic legal knowledge. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed investment banking, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Israeli Defense Force and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass shekels the face of your bank account, you little goy. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking shekels. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn Faygala. I will shit foreskins all over you and you will drown in them. You’re fucking dead, Schmuck.
why the fuck would you want to break out of concentration camp?
You squat, take off all your clothes, and take a shit on the hood of the car
When the Officers find you, they hear you chanting
Getting louder and louder
The officers have no Idea what to do and stare with awe.
In a great burst of light, you ascend to your Planar form, vaporizing anyone in a 10 mile radius.
You clutch the swinging door you just opened and pull yourself into the car - the Hauptsturmführer will surely tell the commandant officer Sturmbannführer - you think you need to get out of here. Leaning directly under the steering wheel, you rip off as many panels as you can find, until numerous wires stick out at you. Desperately, you snap wires together again and again to create a spark. Suddenly the car springs into life, and as does the commotion.
You look up, and both watchtowers are filled. They look down at you, and hail:
"Who goes there!?"
They're clearly unsure who's vehicle that is
"Officer, where are you going? The panic is over."
They will be alarmed soon.
You put the car into ignition and drive for the right gate. As you look in your rear view mirror, you see the giant doors open, something is coming.
Submit and obey the fuhrer until your last dying breath.
It's a nazi truck boat truck and they're all drunk as fuck. you stop the car because you kmow its over
Play dead with head resting against the horn.
It's a nazi dildozer coming for you
You feel inside you have to do this; that upskirt earlier and the boner used as a third leg has tempted you enough - you reach into your pants and begin masturbating as you drive down the road.
It will take some time to cum, you can only hope that it's worth it.
Out of the rear window, a figure emerges - it is the commandant, the Sturmbannführer. Clearly he has received word of the carjacking.
Behind the commandant are two of the officers that tried to subdue you, and two of his personal guard - armed to the teeth with advanced weapons.
You're at the gate, and two soldiers appear and look down at you. Ill informed and unaware of anything but the riots, they begin to question you;
"Heil Hitler! Hello there Obersturmführer, clocking out of work for today?"
They then see you still masturbating.
2 turns until you cum
2 turns until the Nazis reach you.
Sorry that took so long, had to shit.
Anyway, you put on a yamaka (or however its spelled) and say
"Good Goy, now where are my precious Shekles"
Talk about the weather and how this was a specific order from Goerring himself to save the humanity of the human moral, to see if they would truely stop someone doing such a horrible act
What the fuck did you just fucking kvetch about me you little GOY!?
I'll have you know i graduated top of my class in the IDF and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on HAMAS, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire MOSSAD. You are nothing to me but just another goy. I will shoah the fuck out of you with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with anti-semitism over the Internet? Think again, Shaygetz. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of G-d's chosen across Israel and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the holocaust, Khazer. The holocaust that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking shoah'd, gentile. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can sue you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare basic legal knowledge. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed investment banking, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Israeli Defense Force and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass shekels the face of your bank account, you little goy. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your
You try to "enter the konami code" but you realise that such technology is too far in the future to use
It then, however occurs to you that you are actually from the future, a 14 year old American boy from 1991 who dosed off while playing an arcade game about Nazis
You realise it was all a figment of your drug induced and diseased imagination.
The two soldiers respect you as a superior, however are dissuaded by your masturbation. Perhaps exerting authority would open the gate for you.
Instead, you let out a scream, a satanic spell in the eyes of the Germans:
Before the guards at the watchtowers can react, you slam your boot down at the acceleration and burst through the giant wooden doors, shaking the frame of it.
The front half of the car successfully gets through; however, the rear is totally stuck, with the middle of the car being held in place by the hole created - like a pair of tongs.
Luckily your wound feels no effect, but you're shaken. You take one quick glance at your rear view mirror - the Sturmbannführer is getting closer and closer, you predict in at least 1 action he will be able to interact with you, along with the soldiers.
You hear the two guards at the watchtower shouting:
"Jesus Christ! What's wrong with you!?"
Aside all this, you continue to masturbate. You can feel the climax brewing, it's almost ready.
As you look ahead out your windscreen you can see the stretch of road going past the camp, and above you see the intersection of the wooden door.
1 Turn till you cum
1 Turn till the Sturmbannführer reaches you
throw it in reverse, mud goes everywhere, dicks covered in mud now, get out of the car while masturbating, finish on the nearest guard, take his gun, mow down all those nazi negros
You freeze, and you have a sudden flashback: as your great aunt Agatha used to always say, when you sat on the sofa playing with sticks -
"Patience is always the answer. Sometimes."
From your first ever action of simply waiting at that desk, when there was order and a system in place, to now - where you decide your subsequent action. You also feel strange about thinking about your great aunt Agatha whilst masturbating.
You hear the rushing of footsteps followed by heavy boots. The Sturmbannführer begins to relax and slow his pace - perhaps he's grown confident of the certainty of catching you.
He leans into the window, an authoritative, aggressive yet smug look on his face. He speaks:
"Obersturmführer. I have you now. I was told everything. The Hauptsturmführer told me everything. You are now-"
At that moment, a stream of semen launches from your masturbated dick into face of the commandant officer, blinding him temporarily as he falls back and hits the ground, screaming and wailing.
One of the heavily armed officers simply swings the butt of his gun into the window, careful not to present his face encase of after cum - the heavy wooden stock hits you straight in the skull, and
THE END! Part 4 Tomorrow maybe, where our hero will wake up as a victim himself, along with the other Jews - or perhaps he's in for questioning with the gustapo officers. My name is OPButts, thanks for playing guys.
69 Decides next RP
Your all a bunch of sad, little neckbeards.
How in fuck can you deranged little shits get such pleasure from the greatest tragedy to ever happen? You fat fucks don't know pain or suffering, I can tell by the way you just openly mock other peoples gross misfortune.
Fuck you all.
im am ze fuher and i say this thread continues
It's decided by the actions of loads of players; sometimes the play through goes seriously, but rarely. If anything these guys started a riot for the Jews and went against the Nazis
Here's part 1, testing to see if the resolution makes it readable.
Aright, part 3's done
lemme fix part 2 real quick
Something extra too, just for that 69 get
Alright, fixed version of part 2.
Thanks for playing guys! Laters! Part 4 tomorrow,
Dunno, it's 5:50 am here GMT so, maybe the evening or afternoon, at like 5:00 pm onwards
Here's an archive of part 3 too, can't archive 1 and 2 cause they expired,
Gonna be the best. Already thinking of what stuff to add and do with the Nazis. I'll try and start later than 5.
Oh and I'll make a post with a sentence with words like 'Nazi RP Part 4', so just go to catalog mode, press f3 and type some of the words in, it'll find it straight for you.