the 40's:
Steam rises in the land of rhine. A great rubble laying nearly dormant but that of fires and flies on bodies strewn. Jet stream linger high above what was once a mighty concrete leviathan of a protector. They were going for one, but they'd grab anyone to drop into hell along with'em. It'd be a glorious day for those not concealed in concrete.
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Wait... pushing, something pushing. Rubble rolls down. Concrete clusters tumble, a hand suffering from a severe...

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