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Submitted On Dec24/11 Hits 2329 Summary:
Idea for a story that I've had stuck in my head since 2005(ish). Been trying to figure out how to do it, so I've decided to do it segments... say one a week if I can keep up with my mind. It's set in an alternate past (1965-1990) and is told through the eyes and recolections of numerous characters in the near-future. Bare with me... we'll se how it turns out. No yiff yet... sorry. Just read this introduction and tell me what y'all think and maybe I'll post more, maybe I won't.
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…PRELUDE…December 5, 2015. INFANTRY BRIGADIER GENERAL JOHANNES MANFRED MUNCHEN VON ACKERMAN stands alone in the middle of the Black Forest with some things of his in his hands, most notably a bundle of beautiful red roses and an old Walther WA2000 sniper rifle. He is standing over the grave of a man called Marcus Karl Miller. I am standing too far off to hear what he is saying, but I can tell that he is holding back tears. He stands there talking to the grave for a solid ten minutes before he sets the rifle down in front of the headstone, steps back and salutes the grave. Von Ackerman drops his arm and signals me to come in. I open the wrought iron gate and step into the cemetery. It is early December and the first snow has fallen, all seventeen inches of it, and both I and the general are bundled up tightly against the cold. It is just below freezing. Von Ackerman, a grey wolf anthropomorphic being, greets...
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