Our tale of deception continues from the standpoint of an infiltrating soviet spy.
A swarm of putrid sticking vermin, scurrying from the war, this human filth would not be looked upon kindly by my masters, you fight for your home, and you fight to the last. You never run. I am trapped amongst them. But not for much longer.
Refugees flock to their European masters like flies to a bloated carcass, feeding themselves while they still can. Paris is no different, whole neighbourhoods have been reoccupied after the original inhabitants had scarpered at the onset of war. The camps encroach on the secure sectors of the city, the sheer weight of people bearing down the barricades and checkpoints. The daily alms handouts generate queues miles upon mil…
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So I will be kicking off this blog with my debut to march of war fiction. Project Duplicity is somewhat of a spy thriller mini-series that takes place through three opposing viewpoints. Feedback is encouraged, trolls shall be smited, and so I shall begin this tale of deception and intrigue.
I entered the commanding officer’s lounge. The smell of the finest cask aged brandy hit my nose followed by a nostalgic tickle of the lips. I had heard the camaraderie from outside but I knew I did not have the time for booze nor banter today, make my entrance and keep up appearances, but now, the company of other people was the last thing I wanted.
“They say one cannot be both blind and stupid, well thank goodness I’m blind, I’d hate to be stupid”, I qui…
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Roll up roll up, welcome to my blog, ISOTX war correspondent coastwardchippy, amateur writer and fan-fic extraordinaire. So if anyone will be reading this, I will (hopefully) be bringing you stories from the march of war universe. If you are already following my creations in the ISOTX forum Then some of this may not be new to you.
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