!!axso+Og9by5 01/16/12(Mon)21:06 No.17565713|
You exit the administration building in a rage. Masha and Oskar are waiting for you at the entrace.
"Please, call me Proteus," you reply.
"Proteus, we must decide what to do next. Reinforcements are sure to be on their way, and we are in no shape to repel a German assault."
"How many of us are there?"
"About ten to twelve thousand," Oskar chimes in, "All starved and about a third of us need medical attention. We'll be lucky if more than a fifteen-hundred of us can hold a weapon straight."
"We must get away from this place," Masha speaks, "The Germans will destroy what they cannot possess. They will come with their tanks and their bombers, we cannot defend against that."
Oskar laughs a humorless laugh, "We either die defending this place, or the Germans run us down like dogs. If we try marching, we'd leave a behind a trail of corpses for the Nazis to follow."
Masha spits at Oskar's feet, "Then what do you suggest we do, old man? Just turn ourselves over?"
Oskar eyes flare with anger and looks as if he is about to yell, but instead he stokes his beard in thought. He casts an eye in your direction.
"We stand at the gates of hell. Let the demon decide."
Roll 1d100 for your next course of action.