Religion is the opium of the people: this saying of Marx is the cornerstone of the entire ideology of Marxism about religion. All modern religions and churches, all and of every kind of religious organizations are always considered by Marxism as the organs of bourgeois reaction, used for the protection of the exploitation and the stupefaction of the working class.
-climbs to feet and fires barrage of missiles at Norsemen-
Formerly known as Dave IX, even more formerly known as Wretchkin.-pulls spear out, along with jaw-
Magick Is No Trick, Black God! I Told You that We Had Mastered the Waves. Now You Will Learn of The Brine's Unrelenting Fury!
éargrund, earm, égor!
-the sound intensifies, and the temperature drops several degrees-
edited 5th Jun '10 7:32:22 AM by SullenFrog
The Danse Macabre Codex''' Један прстен да свима господари, један да за свима сеже, један прстен да све окупи и у тами их свеже.'''
(Talk about Gratuitous Foreign Language...)
edited 5th Jun '10 7:40:40 AM by Chabal2
ciele, hrirnigheard, frore...
-hoarfrost begins to form along Gungnir's shaft. Water, seemingly from nowhere, is lapping at the feet of the human-scale combatants, and is beginning to rise-
edited 5th Jun '10 7:49:31 AM by SullenFrog
The Danse Macabre CodexBEHOLD WINTER'S MIGHT!!
-the air gets noticeably colder-
(If anybody can read Russian, sorry for the unitentional Narm I'm dumping on you)
Medic: Commissar? It seems the water's rising...
And I learned to swim in the frozen waters of the Arctic ocean! I assure you a little humidity will bother neither me nor any real Russian! *BLAM*
edited 5th Jun '10 7:55:06 AM by Chabal2
geofon, lagu; gyte, sæflód!
-the sound is now deafening, and the water is rising rapidly-
Soon, Black God, This Land Will Belong To The Aesir! All who Call Themselves Sons Of The Rus Shall Be Swept Away As The Sea Claims Your Territory, And My Norsemen Shall Prowl The Waves Once Again!
Gyte, Odinflód!
edited 5th Jun '10 7:57:51 AM by SullenFrog
The Danse Macabre Codex-taking note of their god's chanting, the Einherjar have been rolling blazing, destroyer-sized long boats down Bifrost-
-Wotan rips Gungnir out of the earth. A geyser that easily dwarfs the three titanic opponents erupts from the spear's former resting place, flooding the battlefield to the point that it is up to the gods' knees in a matter of seconds.-
You Were Saying, Black God?
edited 5th Jun '10 8:18:51 AM by SullenFrog
The Danse Macabre Codex(I'm trying to go for a more antiquated speech, in which piss is acceptable, think Uther the Lightbringer's final words
. Saying fuck, for instance, is out of the question. And I am implying his spells are piss, since I can't think of any halfway decent insults.)
Medic: Commissar! Our vehicles are deploying hydrofoils and pontoons! We should signal one of them to pick us up before we drown!
(It will be up to the commisar's neck very soon, while the gods and the Leninator are nearly up to their thighs; it's a confusing battlefield)
-although several of the longboats sink under the Soviet assault, the Einherjar are quick to retaliate, attacking with ballistae, catapults hurling rocks, and even launching themselves at the Soviet tanks and ships.-
-"Row faster, jarls!" one of the Einherjar yells. "I want to hit them with my sword!"-
edited 5th Jun '10 8:45:30 AM by SullenFrog
The Danse Macabre CodexWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIT!!! -The Marx hoves into view, a mighty warship of steel and titanium large as a naval cruiser ; Deep red stars shine on its sides, the barrels of its mighty guns gleaming. It lumbers across the waters, smashing longboats aside with contemptuous ease, hundreds of jeering soldiers firing from the decks. A hatch opens up on the side, and a machine gunner keeps the warriors at bay while a stocky man in a colonel's uniform frantically waves his cap-
"He could not know it. For it was not all a joke."-The sword-happy Einherjar notices the Commisar swimming towards his longboat-
-"look, lads—a live one comes to us! Let's honour his boldness and meet him in battle!"-
-The crew cheers in bloodlust and begin turning the boat to face the Commisar. then they notice the Marx-
-"I like that ship. Strap me up, jarls!"-
edited 5th Jun '10 9:29:22 AM by SullenFrog
The Danse Macabre Codex-Face Palm, then growl-
Colonel Aleksandr: All Red Guardsmen on board, prepare for boarding operations to assist the Commissar! -turns away, taking a swig from his hip flask- Bozhemoi!
"He could not know it. For it was not all a joke."-The sword-happy Einherjar is launched, cackling, through air to land on the deck of the Marx. As soon as he lands he begins to kill,stabbing, hacking and laughing his way through any crewmen foolish enough to get in his way, along with many who weren't.-
-"You there, in the funny hat! I'll be taking your ship now!"-
The Danse Macabre Codex

-spear comes back out of ground, going through Wotan's lower jaw.-
YOUR TRICKS WILL NOT HELP YOU!!!!
-covers self in fire-
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Medic: What's that sound?