Post by stramn on Dec 2, 2008 20:40:48 GMT -5
The moon was nonexistent this windy night. No clouds distorted the heavens, only the stars in the blackened sky provided light around the warehouses. Yet, something caused a lone German to go for a long walk.
As he walked, one could hear his heavy footsteps, and when a random flickering light hit his Blond head, the scar on his face became visible. His clothing was dark, and he appeared to be wearing, some sort of modified weapon harness which held a large Battle ax, as well as some firearms. His walk was almost a trudge, it was purposeful, and yet depressing, this mountain of a man was on some sort of mission, and he wasn't about to be stopped by any means.
He managed to find one of the large warehouses, in which the bay doors were open. The big guy approached slowly, drawing his massively oversized flask, it was filled with Vodka today, and Stramn Took a big pull, yet it didn't even seem to shake his well overly muscled 6'4" frame.
The warehouse was filled with large crates and boxes. Walking over to one of them, A large fist bashed through the top of the crate. His eyes, widened at the sight. Vodka, bottles, upon bottles of vodka. This was like striking oil for Stramn. Moving from crate to crate, opening almost a dozen, each filled with the same liquid joy.
Beautiful, imported, Russian vodka, each bottle worth hundreds, before the war, in this day the liquid would be worth thousands.
"What a find." the bewildered overjoyed German whispered. A grin formed upon his face, and tears formed within his eyes as he gazed upon this find. "Who owns this!!!" The wolf Exclaimed.
Pacing around the large stockpile of booze he had stumbled upon, Stramn was innattentive, muttering random words of joy.
As he walked, one could hear his heavy footsteps, and when a random flickering light hit his Blond head, the scar on his face became visible. His clothing was dark, and he appeared to be wearing, some sort of modified weapon harness which held a large Battle ax, as well as some firearms. His walk was almost a trudge, it was purposeful, and yet depressing, this mountain of a man was on some sort of mission, and he wasn't about to be stopped by any means.
He managed to find one of the large warehouses, in which the bay doors were open. The big guy approached slowly, drawing his massively oversized flask, it was filled with Vodka today, and Stramn Took a big pull, yet it didn't even seem to shake his well overly muscled 6'4" frame.
The warehouse was filled with large crates and boxes. Walking over to one of them, A large fist bashed through the top of the crate. His eyes, widened at the sight. Vodka, bottles, upon bottles of vodka. This was like striking oil for Stramn. Moving from crate to crate, opening almost a dozen, each filled with the same liquid joy.
Beautiful, imported, Russian vodka, each bottle worth hundreds, before the war, in this day the liquid would be worth thousands.
"What a find." the bewildered overjoyed German whispered. A grin formed upon his face, and tears formed within his eyes as he gazed upon this find. "Who owns this!!!" The wolf Exclaimed.
Pacing around the large stockpile of booze he had stumbled upon, Stramn was innattentive, muttering random words of joy.