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Region: The East Pacific
Kurt slowly raised the volume on the radio. "...Heute singen wir im Moll. Heute singen, heute singen wir im Moll, ja Niemand kann das kapieren! Was bedeutet kapitulieren. Der alte, böse Kapitalismus
Es ist hier..." The radio spat out. Kurt kept listening as he grabbed the barrel of a heavy machine gun, and hoisted it up the stairs to the top of the first tower and wall segment completed. It was around .3 KM long, with towers every .05 KM, and one 152mm field gun lined every .1 KM. Kurt thought the wall was a smart thing to build, though he hated actually building it. Only about 5% of the wall was done, but 5% after 2 weeks isn't too bad, especially for a wall with fortifications throughout. He and his squadmates were gathered by their Stabsgefreiter. They were all tasked with helping to connect the wall with the next finished segment. He talked to Karl on the short walk over to the wall, grabbing bricks and other materials to start the long, repetitive task laid ahead of them. He grabbed his radio, and put in in his pocket. "Kosmoskost ist so gut, Kosmoskost schmeckt so gut Wenn man Hunger hat! Wir sind alle Kosmosvolk, Kosmosvolk, Und wir spielen Kosmosgolf..." He heard muffled from his pocket. "That stupid song is all they play, I'm so sick of it." Kurt said. Karl quickly chuckled and said, "When pigs fly."
"When this damn wall gets finished."
Myehn and Ci Arovannea