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located in Fuhrerreich: '43, a part of The War that Never Was, one of the many universes on RPG.

Fuhrerreich: '43



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Character Portrait: Maria Deleanu Character Portrait: Marcus Daluth
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Squinting through the scope of her rifle, Maria strained to make out anything that would identify the soldiers they'd been watching for the past hour as someone that didn't want them dead. They didn't look to be wearing Wehrmacht uniforms, but that didn't mean they were in the clear just yet. There were plenty more than the Nazis to worry about, especially now. "Well, they don't look German." She passed her rifle down to the next person in like so they could get a look. "Don't look Russian either."

"What do Russian uniforms even look like?"

"I don't know, look for a hammer and sickle, or a red star."

"I can't see anything from here."

As they bickered she took her rifle back, taking another long, hard look at the men in the clearing before them. They looked to be digging trenches, which meant something was coming. Whole armies didn't stop and start setting up fortifications for nothing, especially not with how the war had recently turned. "Let's stay down and be ready. Something's coming, or at least they think so."

"Aren't the Russians and Americans supposed to be friends?"

With a shrug, she settled so that she was lying prone in the undergrowth, and the others followed suit shortly. "I don't think many people are friends anymore. Just be ready."