Adolf Hitler watched intently as the GF Bismarck resurfaced. It had been many months since he laid eyes on his crown jewel and he would not let this moment pass without absorbing the finer details of this brilliant piece of German engineering. In contrast, the Fuhrer himself resided on the HMS Interceptor; a stolen piece of British maritime acquired in a midnight raid on Port Stanley. The inferiority of English ships was never more clear than the events that transpired today, the leaky pipes causing shit to be dumped on the entire 99th armoured battalion, much to the chagrin of the crew's shiphands and cleaners.

"Pasty british fucks" was what Rommel often remarked and this time Adolf actually agreed with him, the incompetent nature of the allied fleet getting on his nerves. Adolf was thankful however, that he was currently residing on a boat instead of the craphole that was southern egypt; a cul-de-sac of dead and dying arabs clambouring for a piece of superior german machinery. He chuckled to himself as he imagined Rommel's carefree nature holding up in a firestorm, shouting YOLO before being gunned down in a blaze of metal and blood.

At least those concerns were not apparent here off the coast of saxony, the Interceptor readying the cannons for the daily bombing along the coastline. Adolf always had a knack for destroying everything standing in his way and today was no exception, as the shells hit their targets there was nothing left except dust and jizz left by the always horny frenchmen.