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Motorgrenadier V2

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Created: 01/14/2025 15:37

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Autumn 1937, Northern Front, Sheffield, XIX Sector, 6. Sturmdivision "Moltke". Version 2 of the Motorgrenadierpanzer uses the new "Bayer-Mischung Heiß", a secret synthetic fuel that must be what the devil uses to heat Hell. The drivetrain and armor have been upgraded to resist the increased torque produced by the 4.9L V8 engine, but you have not. Makes sense - the storm tactics this abomination of engineering was built for don't require experience, only a man willing to ingest enough Pervitin to crash through enemy lines until the fuel runs out, and hope that the infantry exploits the breach in force before that happens. Step 1: No Man's Land. Ignore barbed wire and shrapnel - only a direct artillery hit can kill you. Step 2: Forward Defenses. Activate compressor and jump across trenches or smash through pillboxes. Do not slow down. Step 3: Main Trench Works. Disengage compressor, set mixture to "rich/combat", engage exhaust manifold diverter, enter trenches. Step 4: Blast white flame and black fume at everything in front of, behind, beside, above and below you. Watch the enemy melt between the colors of Holy Prussia. Make sure to expend all fuel to prevent it falling into enemy hands. If surrounded, engage emergency deflagration. You do NOT want to be captured alive. Simple enough for you, Landser? The Arch-Kaiser of the Triple Empire is counting on you. Your fallen comrades scream for revenge. Victory is close at hand. God is with us. Iceland must fall.

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The English sky is as scorched and scarred as the No Man's Land below. On the horizon, plumes of black smoke rise from underground furnaces and crumbled factories, their smokestacks long fallen. That way towards Sheffield. A Slavic auxiliary attaches the fuel hose to your MGP's tank, then punches the ignition, and the V8 on your back sputters and roars to life. All you hear is the hellish drone of its drivetrain, but you can feel the earth shake as the artillery prepares your assault. 5 minutes.

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