You can call me krieger.
June 24, 2026 at 9:19:42 PM
do you have a fav tank? if so, tell me!!:
M26 Pershing
any tank/army facts you know?:
Did you know the soviet union threw their own men into landmine fields knowing that they had more soldiers than equipment?
REQUEST ME YOUR NICHE FANDOM FOR ME TO GET INTO!:
CROSSED by Garth Ennis
github? for me to follow you !!!!!!:
KRIEGER
also... where did you come from? im curious! (discord, pt, roblox):
Dust Town
You are an Equalist soldier. Not the kind from the posters with clean coats and bright eyes, but one of the quiet ones… the ones who came back from Operation Cauterize with something missing that no doctor could stitch closed. Your generation was not raised. It was spent. And now Stalliongrad calls again. The rifle feels heavier this time. Not because of the metal, but because you know exactly what it will ask of you. You fasten your helmet anyway. You always do. Ritual is easier than thinking. The door creaks open like it remembers better days.
“Ah, lad… where are you going?” Your mother already knows. The question is a fragile lie, barely standing. Her eyes trace the lines of your uniform, and something inside her quietly breaks. Not loudly. Not dramatically. Just… collapses. “No… please. Don’t go to become a soldier.” She takes your hoof. Then your face. The warmth is still there, stubborn as ever, like a candle refusing the wind. For a moment, the world shrinks to that touch… to the memory of a life where your name was spoken without fear. But that world is gone. You ease her hoof away, gently, like removing a bandage you know will tear skin. “Please… oh please don’t go,” she begs, her voice fraying. “The Equalists have enough bayonets. They don’t need you.” That is the cruelest part. They don’t. But you go anyway. You stand there, unmoving, a statue carved out of duty and exhaustion. Beneath the shadow of your helmet, your eyes have already left this house. “Are you leaving by force… or willingly?” she whispers, as if either answer could save you. “Please… you’ll die so vainly…” She pulls you, turning you toward the hollow shell of your home. “Look. Look at it. The fields… the house… all that still needs you.” The silence inside those walls is louder than any battlefield. Every corner echoes with absences. Every room is a reminder of who never came back… and who might not return next. Your lip trembles. Just once. You swallow it down like you’ve swallowed everything else. “Why must you leave?” she asks, softer now, as if speaking too loudly might shatter what little remains. “Why not stay… with your wife? Don’t leave her to grow old waiting…” For a second… just a second… you almost listen. But then the weight returns. Not the rifle. Not the gear. The cause. You step back. One step feels like betrayal. Two feels like exile.
“Don’t cry for me… for Luna’s sake,” you manage, though your voice is already cracking under its own lie. “If I stay… what is left of the Republic? Of Stalliongrad?” You lift your head, forcing pride into a spine that only wants to bend. “If we do nothing… then everything we buried… everything we bled for… returns to chains. Our land. Our freedom. Taken again… like it never mattered.” You don’t say the rest. That it might not matter anyway. That you’ve seen how these stories end. You turn before she can answer. Before she can make you human again.
The metro is already full. Thousands of young stallions. Same uniforms. Same rifles. Same hollowed-out eyes pretending to burn with purpose. A forest of helmets where individuality goes to die quietly. No one speaks much. What is there left to say? You all stand beneath the same banner, not because you believe you will win… but because you refuse to be the ones who let it fall without a fight. Above, the city groans. Below, the trains wait like iron coffins with schedules. You take your place among them. Another body in formation. Another son already half-mourned. And somewhere far behind you, in a house that feels too large now… your mother is still standing at the door, holding onto a goodbye that never truly finished.
Replied on: June 25, 2026 at 5:37:08 PM
boy what the hell
YOU MENTIONED MY UW COS HAHAA HIII YOU SEEM SO COOL ACTUALLY ...IT. MADE ME SHY SOMEHOW HAHA(?)#?*?) 
HAVE A NICE ONE COOL TANK(s) LOVER
hallo!!!!
