POFF!
Zuckergußgebäck stood ontop of a cloud, in front of him was the door to heaven.
The minute before he had (Honestly) asnswered his girlfriends question about how her new bathesuit fitted her, and now he stood here.
A he walked in through the gate he came face to face with no other than: GOD!
- Oh please almighty lord, send me back to the earth that I come from.
- Perhaps, but it is really nice up here you know, free beer and all that...
- But I want to get down there on earth.
- Right, I´ll dump you in a small, poor country somewhere in europe 1936.
Zuckergußgebäck raised an eyebrow
- That sounded complicated. He said.
- Dont worry, you´ll understand.
- OK, but what´s the deal?
- You raise this country to glory and I´ll drop you back in your time
- OK, but, wait! What country is it, luxemburg?
- Bigger
- Brunei?
- Bigger
- Bhutan?
- Bigger
- USA?
- Smaller
- Denmark?
- Bigger
- Liechtenstein?
- Don´t be silly! You know as well as I that that country isn´t playable
- Neither is Brunei...
- Curses!
- Give me a hint
- I spy, with my little eye, something beginning with... S
- Sweden?
- No, you´ve already made an AAR on sweden
- Oh... South africa?
- Nah
- Soviet union?
- It was smaller than the USA
- Saudi arabia?
- Nope
- This is a silly game! What country is it?
- Switzerland
- Oh...
- Now, if you excuse me...
God pulles a leaver and Zuckergußgebäck falls through the air, on his way, he hear wagners rheingold and sees some strange text:
Initializing Sound
Initializing Graphics
Initializing Globals
Reading Scenario
Initializing Script.
CRASH!
Zuckergußgebäck hits the ground at 2098578874943 km/h, leaving a huge crater.
He emmidiately heads of to take his place as head of state...
Zuckergußgebäck stood ontop of a cloud, in front of him was the door to heaven.
The minute before he had (Honestly) asnswered his girlfriends question about how her new bathesuit fitted her, and now he stood here.
A he walked in through the gate he came face to face with no other than: GOD!
- Oh please almighty lord, send me back to the earth that I come from.
- Perhaps, but it is really nice up here you know, free beer and all that...
- But I want to get down there on earth.
- Right, I´ll dump you in a small, poor country somewhere in europe 1936.
Zuckergußgebäck raised an eyebrow
- That sounded complicated. He said.
- Dont worry, you´ll understand.
- OK, but what´s the deal?
- You raise this country to glory and I´ll drop you back in your time
- OK, but, wait! What country is it, luxemburg?
- Bigger
- Brunei?
- Bigger
- Bhutan?
- Bigger
- USA?
- Smaller
- Denmark?
- Bigger
- Liechtenstein?
- Don´t be silly! You know as well as I that that country isn´t playable
- Neither is Brunei...
- Curses!
- Give me a hint
- I spy, with my little eye, something beginning with... S
- Sweden?
- No, you´ve already made an AAR on sweden
- Oh... South africa?
- Nah
- Soviet union?
- It was smaller than the USA
- Saudi arabia?
- Nope
- This is a silly game! What country is it?
- Switzerland
- Oh...
- Now, if you excuse me...
God pulles a leaver and Zuckergußgebäck falls through the air, on his way, he hear wagners rheingold and sees some strange text:
Initializing Sound
Initializing Graphics
Initializing Globals
Reading Scenario
Initializing Script.
CRASH!
Zuckergußgebäck hits the ground at 2098578874943 km/h, leaving a huge crater.
He emmidiately heads of to take his place as head of state...