Kraus stumbled out of the wreckage of dieZeitmaschine, disoriented and alone.
The bunker was long gone, replaced by a gleaming modern city that bore little resemblance to the remains of the Berlin he knew. The streets were clean, the buildings were standing tall, and strange vehicles zipped by silently.
His heart raced as he wandered through the city, trying to make sense of what had happened. He found himself drawn to a large department store with rows of televisions in the window. On every screen, a news broadcast played, showing an attack against Kursk in Russia. The familiar German black cross was still emblazoned on tanks, but the uniforms were different—sleek, modern. And soldiers spoke a language that he didn’t understand. Aren’t they German? He was confused.
And then he saw him: Panzergeneral Freuding, analyzing the battle with calm authority. His sharply ironed grey uniform offering a familiar sight. Kraus’s heart leaped. The Reich was still fighting. The war was still on. But… how?
He stepped closer to the screens, trying to understand the reports. The news anchor spoke of a war that had begun in 2022, of a Russian invasion repelled, a brave Ukraine pushing the enemy back into their territory. Kraus’s mind reeled. This wasn’t the war he remembered. This wasn’t 1945.
But perhaps… perhaps they had succeeded. Look at this city, more modern and beautiful than he ever remembered. And the German tanks rolling over the steppe, filling him with pride. Perhaps they had somehow altered history with the time machine, and shifted the tide in their favor?
Kraus straightened, a grim smile spreading across his face. He was the only one left, the last survivor of the old war, but it didn’t matter. His sacrifice had not been in vain. The Reich could be victorious after all. As he stood there, watching the tanks on the screen, he felt a new sense of purpose washing over him. “Für das Vaterland,” he whispered to himself, and walked over to the train station to find the first wagon going to the Eastern front.
u/slaacaa,
I don’t know what your intention is in posting this…creative writing… exercise, but this isn’t a community for posting fanfiction or historical fiction. You seem new to commenting at NCD, so I’d like to give you, @slaacaa@lemmy.world a moment to explain your point of view before taking any action as a mod. Could you add some context, is your post/story intended to be irony? Please respond publicly in this thread by tonight, that is 8-17. Thank you.
Hi, yes, it is very definitely intended as ironic, shredding light on the - in my view absurdly - repetitive patterns in history. Based the comments and the upvotes this humor hopefully came through for most readers, but I understand nuance is not always obvious in written text.
I hope ironic comments like these are not against the rules, but happy to adjust my style/content, if needed. I am a long-time lurker and occasional NCD commenter from the reddit, so I was thinking I have a good grasp on the sub - please let me know if not.
I also want to clarify that I spent around 5 minutes on the “story” above, by giving ChatGPT some prompts and editing the output to fit what I was trying to achieve with a comment. I am luckily not some basement dwelling teen writing WW2 fanfic for hours every day.
Thanks for reaching out as a mod, instead of just purging/banning, I appreciate that. Maybe I should have replied to the comment accusing me, but I thought the irony was obvioud and absurd, but maybe not.
To make it even more clear, in case anybody was doubting: fuck nazis.
Ok, that’s what I was hoping to hear from you. Post stays, we good. Basement dwellers and WWII obsessors are always welcome here, but fuck time traveling Nazis. “Iron Sky” was fun, but before reading the context you provided, your post gave me da hibbity jibbities. Thank you to all the morons and moronettes who expressed their concerns. Let’s always have a dialogue, not a monologue, this isn’t hexbear, lemmy.ml or lemmygrad. THIS IS NCD. OUT.
Kraus stumbled out of the wreckage of die Zeitmaschine, disoriented and alone.
The bunker was long gone, replaced by a gleaming modern city that bore little resemblance to the remains of the Berlin he knew. The streets were clean, the buildings were standing tall, and strange vehicles zipped by silently.
His heart raced as he wandered through the city, trying to make sense of what had happened. He found himself drawn to a large department store with rows of televisions in the window. On every screen, a news broadcast played, showing an attack against Kursk in Russia. The familiar German black cross was still emblazoned on tanks, but the uniforms were different—sleek, modern. And soldiers spoke a language that he didn’t understand. Aren’t they German? He was confused.
And then he saw him: Panzergeneral Freuding, analyzing the battle with calm authority. His sharply ironed grey uniform offering a familiar sight. Kraus’s heart leaped. The Reich was still fighting. The war was still on. But… how?
He stepped closer to the screens, trying to understand the reports. The news anchor spoke of a war that had begun in 2022, of a Russian invasion repelled, a brave Ukraine pushing the enemy back into their territory. Kraus’s mind reeled. This wasn’t the war he remembered. This wasn’t 1945.
But perhaps… perhaps they had succeeded. Look at this city, more modern and beautiful than he ever remembered. And the German tanks rolling over the steppe, filling him with pride. Perhaps they had somehow altered history with the time machine, and shifted the tide in their favor?
Kraus straightened, a grim smile spreading across his face. He was the only one left, the last survivor of the old war, but it didn’t matter. His sacrifice had not been in vain. The Reich could be victorious after all. As he stood there, watching the tanks on the screen, he felt a new sense of purpose washing over him. “Für das Vaterland,” he whispered to himself, and walked over to the train station to find the first wagon going to the Eastern front.
And this time, he was here to make sure they win.
Edit: this is intended to be ironic. Fuck nazis. https://lemmy.world/comment/11839482
u/slaacaa, I don’t know what your intention is in posting this…creative writing… exercise, but this isn’t a community for posting fanfiction or historical fiction. You seem new to commenting at NCD, so I’d like to give you, @slaacaa@lemmy.world a moment to explain your point of view before taking any action as a mod. Could you add some context, is your post/story intended to be irony? Please respond publicly in this thread by tonight, that is 8-17. Thank you.
Hi, yes, it is very definitely intended as ironic, shredding light on the - in my view absurdly - repetitive patterns in history. Based the comments and the upvotes this humor hopefully came through for most readers, but I understand nuance is not always obvious in written text.
I hope ironic comments like these are not against the rules, but happy to adjust my style/content, if needed. I am a long-time lurker and occasional NCD commenter from the reddit, so I was thinking I have a good grasp on the sub - please let me know if not.
I also want to clarify that I spent around 5 minutes on the “story” above, by giving ChatGPT some prompts and editing the output to fit what I was trying to achieve with a comment. I am luckily not some basement dwelling teen writing WW2 fanfic for hours every day.
Thanks for reaching out as a mod, instead of just purging/banning, I appreciate that. Maybe I should have replied to the comment accusing me, but I thought the irony was obvioud and absurd, but maybe not.
To make it even more clear, in case anybody was doubting: fuck nazis.
Ok, that’s what I was hoping to hear from you. Post stays, we good. Basement dwellers and WWII obsessors are always welcome here, but fuck time traveling Nazis. “Iron Sky” was fun, but before reading the context you provided, your post gave me da hibbity jibbities. Thank you to all the morons and moronettes who expressed their concerns. Let’s always have a dialogue, not a monologue, this isn’t hexbear, lemmy.ml or lemmygrad. THIS IS NCD. OUT.