Post by Schalck Golodkowski on May 16, 2008 18:04:55 GMT
Yes, yes, yes! You seem to have a great knowledge of History and you are an excellent writer. I would have been happy enough to give you an officer rank if you asked for it. Welcome aboard, Matey!
~Dan
Socialistto become a Soviet, but seeing as I would be the first, I’m going right to the other end of the spectrum and am becoming a German.
For the sample, I focused primarily on the feelings and thoughts, not action, because of the nature of the request.
Account email: bolsevik@live.co.uk
Name: Schalck Golodkowski
Nationality: Russo-German
Army: SS
Bio: Schalck was born into a oncer rich and very powerful Russian noble family. But after the Red October Revolution, they were forced flee Imperial Russia and start a new life in Mannheim. In 1919, they were given their first child in the form of Schalck, who was to be one of a staggering twelve.
As the Russian civil war to drew to an end, and the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics was set up, the Golodkowski made many advances towards becoming National Socialist’s, more than proving they were not communist. As Schalck was brought up, helearnedt about little else than Adolf Hitler. When he began the German leader, the Golodkowskis suddenly found themselves inluxuryy, provided by the German state. They urged Schalck into the SS, but he was a rough edge and largequantitiess of money had to be expended before Schalck was certain to become an SS soldier. Never the less, after only a few months ofservicee and many passings ofcurrencyg under the table, Schalackbecamee a Stabsfeldwebel, even if he didn’t want to be there.
Rank: Stabsfeldwebel
Writing Sample: The long and high pitched whines of the incoming German artillery could be heard for miles, before they chewed there way through several feet of thick, brown mud and watery, grey snow. Clouds of freezing fog, and drenching mist floated across the craters and numerous body parts, engulfing the troops and scattering them in hundreds of directions. This was yet another day on the eastern front.
Golodkowski and his small group of elite Kommandostrudgedd their way through hell, each knowing that their previous minute could have very well been their last. Go Golodkowski felt it too, maybe even more so than his men. He didn’t feel ready for the task at hand. His body had been battered relentlessly, from the cold, from lack of food, from lack of sleep (he, like many of his men, feared sleep, for it was the time that the killer of coldsweptt across a man’s body, without giving him a moment to defend himself). He was scared.
The Maelstrom raining overhead did away with thesensee of hearing, so theycommunicatedd through hand signals. The soldier leading thecolumnn stopped abruptly, sweeped his hand forward. They had reached the Soviet camp.
Golodkowski clutched his rifle tightly in his cotton gloved hand. He hadn’t signed up into the army to kill. In fact he hadn’t even wanted to sign up in the first place! Why had he been forsaken with such a life as this. All he’d ever wanted was to study literature and start a family. Now he was expected to murder. Where had he gone wrong!?
~Dan
Socialistto become a Soviet, but seeing as I would be the first, I’m going right to the other end of the spectrum and am becoming a German.
For the sample, I focused primarily on the feelings and thoughts, not action, because of the nature of the request.
Account email: bolsevik@live.co.uk
Name: Schalck Golodkowski
Nationality: Russo-German
Army: SS
Bio: Schalck was born into a oncer rich and very powerful Russian noble family. But after the Red October Revolution, they were forced flee Imperial Russia and start a new life in Mannheim. In 1919, they were given their first child in the form of Schalck, who was to be one of a staggering twelve.
As the Russian civil war to drew to an end, and the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics was set up, the Golodkowski made many advances towards becoming National Socialist’s, more than proving they were not communist. As Schalck was brought up, helearnedt about little else than Adolf Hitler. When he began the German leader, the Golodkowskis suddenly found themselves inluxuryy, provided by the German state. They urged Schalck into the SS, but he was a rough edge and largequantitiess of money had to be expended before Schalck was certain to become an SS soldier. Never the less, after only a few months ofservicee and many passings ofcurrencyg under the table, Schalackbecamee a Stabsfeldwebel, even if he didn’t want to be there.
Rank: Stabsfeldwebel
Writing Sample: The long and high pitched whines of the incoming German artillery could be heard for miles, before they chewed there way through several feet of thick, brown mud and watery, grey snow. Clouds of freezing fog, and drenching mist floated across the craters and numerous body parts, engulfing the troops and scattering them in hundreds of directions. This was yet another day on the eastern front.
Golodkowski and his small group of elite Kommandostrudgedd their way through hell, each knowing that their previous minute could have very well been their last. Go Golodkowski felt it too, maybe even more so than his men. He didn’t feel ready for the task at hand. His body had been battered relentlessly, from the cold, from lack of food, from lack of sleep (he, like many of his men, feared sleep, for it was the time that the killer of coldsweptt across a man’s body, without giving him a moment to defend himself). He was scared.
The Maelstrom raining overhead did away with thesensee of hearing, so theycommunicatedd through hand signals. The soldier leading thecolumnn stopped abruptly, sweeped his hand forward. They had reached the Soviet camp.
Golodkowski clutched his rifle tightly in his cotton gloved hand. He hadn’t signed up into the army to kill. In fact he hadn’t even wanted to sign up in the first place! Why had he been forsaken with such a life as this. All he’d ever wanted was to study literature and start a family. Now he was expected to murder. Where had he gone wrong!?