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Heya there. So uh, you might know me from around Fanfiction and possibly Quotev and Wattpad. I used to be a guest who went by iamdaraptor, SoulofPatience, and the very name of the account I now own. I also go by AwkwardUndertrash on Wattpad. So um...yeah.

But...Actually, if you came here looking for stories authored by yours truly, you're not gonna find anything. I've been having weird problems with the site and well...I'm not exactly brave enough to send that support email.

IT'S INTIMIDATING, OKAY?!

But in any case, here are some of my accounts on other websites where I've already posted some stuff.

Wattpad - AwkwardUndertrash

Quotev - PurpleLines

And that's all.

Have some super long but inspiring stuff I found on the Internet.


"It all started because I was curious. Curious what would happen if I killed them. 'I don't like this.' I told myself. 'I'm just doing this because I have to know what happens.' Ha ha ha...What an excuse! You of all people must know how liberating it is to act this way. At least we're better than those sickos that stand around and watch it happen...Those pathetic people that want to see it,but are too weak to do it themselves. I bet someone like that's watching right now aren't they...?" -Flowey

"See, I just can't have some psychopathic murderers getting the Vault before I do. Don't get me wrong, it's cute that you all think you're the heroes of this little adventure, but...you're not. You're the bandits. You're the bad guys. And I...am the goddamn hero."

"I'll spare you the amount of times I've told myself the exact same thing. What makes you think you're the good guy in this scenario, huh? Everyone thinks they're the hero of their own story." -Handsome Jack

In the wake of recent events, I feel like I should use this account to make a serious and important videogame related post. We often think of videogames as fun and violent and fantasy, but they have a lot of philosophy and psychology fit in that we tend to gloss over, in this case, Undertale and Borderlands. It may seem silly or disrespectful to compare these videogames to the horrors of war and terrorism like the Paris attacks, but they bring up a point that no one likes to admit. Those terrorists were heroes to some people. Those terrorists thought they were doing something good when they slaughtered innocent people. They believed that is what their religion and state and people wanted. They believed that they were enacting revenge and committing a strike against the enemies and dying in the name of their God.

In every war, there are no good guys and bad guys. There’s only multiple perspectives.

In Undertale, Chara is supposed to be the metaphor of that feeling behind every traditional RPG character, killing enemies, level up, increase stats, get the best equipment, get more and more powerful, grinding on enemies….. Basically a power hungry psychopath that kills everyone they can get away with to increase their stats. You can complete the game without gaining a single level, without killing a single enemy, but games have so ingrained the kill or be killed theme in us, that if Toby hadn’t rubbed the “you don’t need to kill anyone” and “spare monsters” in the players face I bet a lot of people playing would get a really bad neutral ending or maybe even accidentally trigger the genocide route when they tried to grind for the “boss fight”.

The heroes in many old videogames are horrible from the monsters perspective, how many sentient beings did you cut down to save your “princess” or beat the “Mr bad guy”? Asgore even has a sweater with “Mr Dad Guy” on it to drive home this point. How many Koopas, Zoras, goblins, spirits, Giants,monsters, animals, or enemy soldiers did you kill to get to the end? How many lives did you end and families did you ruin all so you could “save the humans”? How many times did you really have to kill, and how many times were you doing it because it was the easiest way and you had justified it? How many times did you refer to them as a slur or other name to try to dehumanize them, to make them seem like some soulless mindless enemy that existed only to kill you? Did you really think they go out and fight because they believe they are the evil one? Did you really think that they believe they are doing something wrong, that they don’t think they are the hero in this story? As Chara asks you, do you believe you are above consequences just because you are the “player”?

This happens in every war. After the winner takes power, the loser is treated like the bad guy. we forget how much good they may have done for their people, believing they were the good ones. Just like Handsome Jack says, everyone thinks they are the hero of their own story. Everyone convinces themselves that what they are doing is what has to be done, that their hand has been forced, it’s kill or be killed. It’s being afraid for your life so you ended someone else’s without knowing what the truth was. When you start trying to compare how bad people are based on the number of deaths compared to the population at the time, you’d find a lot of “good sides” killed the most people.

We remember George Washington as a noble honest leader, a Great War hero that lead guerrilla attacks against the British empire trying to control them and prevent their independence.
We remember those who committed guerrilla attacks for the same reason as terrorists and cowards now.

Take for example the Vietnam war, Ho Chi Minh originally loved USA, based the North Vietnamese constitution on it, and desired independence from the French colonialism and the empire, and wanted the USA to help, but because we are allied with France, we declined to help and basically let the communist countries sponsor and support them and input a communist government, and with the French and South fighting them and no support from other Countries, of course they joined the communist countries that offered to help. The Viet Cong were called the National Liberation Front and used guerrilla warfare to resist and fight the other “non-communist” side of the war, and had mostly native Vietnamese in the army. They were like the USA colonies fighting the British. People say Ho-Chi-Minh wanted to be a god and is treated like one. Meanwhile George Washington is on our money, in your government buildings, the state of Washington, our capital is “Washington D.C.”, we have multiple legends about him, we have a preserved historical center at Mount Vernon where he lived…..

The USA got involved and killed so many people, wasted so much money, destroyed so much forest and ruined so many lives, to help maintain foreign control over a country that wanted independence. We withdrew eventually and the communist takeover happened anyway. Nothing was gained. So much was lost. We were just as much the bad guys to them, if not worse, as the British were to the colonists. A lot of our historical heroes did horrible things, and a lot of our historical villains did some pretty good things.

Hitler gave the family dog Cyanide too so it would not have to starve with its masters corpses when the family committed suicide before the enemy army could reach them. He loved his family. He was very charismatic and able to get a lot of support and a lot of people at the time supported him. He loved to paint. He created the projects and government plans that resulted in Volkswagen. He no doubt believed every single horrible thing he said and did to Jewish people and other minorities, and genetically and biologically while morally horrible and unethical in today’s culture, his views on Darwinism and genetics and creating a race of humans that suffered less and could do more and be healthy…. It was all correct in concept, not correct in how it was done or in the moral/ethical complications it caused.

Every religion in the world has been used by someone who was delusional and believed they were doing the right thing when they did something horrible in the name of that religion. Remember the Protestant-Catholic-Luther-Baptist conflicts that still occur today over insignificant differences in essentially the same religion? Same thing with the Shiite and Sunni conflicts. Same thing with the Orthodox Jews and Palestinian Jews. Lots of religious texts mention both how horrible people that kill innocents are, and lots of religious texts have parts about how certain people are bad and should be struck down, and how a god killed a bunch of people, and commanded people to kill other people, and lots of religious texts preach compassion and tolerance, and then go and say someones a sinner or infidel or apostate for silly things like who they fall in love with and what fabrics are in their clothes and what animals they eat like “ the creators of the universe drew the line at the deli counter” (Bo Burnham).

There will always be extremists as long as a religion exists to be twisted into a way to justify their actions and make them believe they are the hero. Any dogma and big work of text can be corrupted and used to support indescribable hate and destruction by people that truly believe they are the hero. In Undertale you hold the life of a single child over the freedom of an entire race and civilization. You don’t make the logical choices, yet you believe you are the hero, when the Barrier would not be broken had it not been for Flowey’s “evil” plan taking place, allowing you to convince Asriel to use the power obtained by Flowey’s plan to break the barrier without needing to sacrifice your human soul. Still you cannot truly save Asriel from his fate. You only get a good of that ending because of what you did allowing the evil side to do what you couldn’t.

Every Time these wars and terrorist attacks happen, don’t let yourself be fooled. They aren’t evil. They don’t believe they are doing wrong. We are not good. We don’t exclusively do good stuff. When we promise to retaliate and bomb them or invade, and civilian casualties happen, and soldiers slaughtering people, and friendly fire hitting hospitals and towns to try to kill “the bad guys” and because “we need to strike so our troops in there can do their job”, we are being just as bad. We kill far more innocents than 129 people. War is not a case of good versus evil. It’s a case of two forces failing to understand the other and resorting to violence that everyone will suffer from. We call them brainwashed, then call doing the same to our children “religious education”. We call them slurs and pretend there is no man behind that scarf and flak jacket. We pretend it’s not someones son we just shot dead. We act like they are demons in the shape of men that just come out of thin air in the Middle East and are filled with the hatred for us and the believe they are doing something evil to innocent people, then we pretend they are the same as the refugees that escape from them, and pretend like those men, women and children we don’t know are guilty and not innocent, think we should send them all back to the bombing range they came from and pretend like the thousands that died don’t matter because they weren’t “from some place where that’s unusual”. Then we mourn and ask how these men could come and slaughter innocent people in Paris they did not know.

Because to them, we are not innocent. We vote for politicians that start pointless lengthy wars that kill so many, we are the ones who cheer for the men and women in the military that have shot these terrorists. Because that terrorist sees the cruel uncaring people that voted and cheered for the people that blew a bloody hole through his fathers head as he watched. Because he sees the people he has been taught to hate and because he has been taught lines from his religions book interpreted and cherry picked to support his act of martyrdom.

Within hours of the attack, calls went out for a merciless response no matter the cost, a call to kill more people, a call to spend more money to destroy and play judge than to resort to diplomacy.

If I see a terrorist, and I have the means, I will stop them. I will shoot them instead of taking the risk of trying to talk them down before they can shoot and kill me. I will probably torture someone who kills my loved ones, and I will feel pleasure from this revenge. Because I am human. I am flawed. Illogical. Unethical. Immoral. Because I am scared and selfish. Because I am fallible to the belief I must kill or be killed, because it’s so much easier to call them a slur and shoot them like a rabid animal or like they don’t have people that love them. Like those eyes that have gone blank did not once belong to the innocent gaze of a baby, like the brain that is now destroyed from trauma and shockwaves from the hot lead did not have imagination and feelings as true and real as my own.

If you took the time to read this, thank you. Don’t believe the excuses. It’s not kill or be killed. It’s not don’t kill and don’t be killed. Only you can make your own choices, because you are yourself in a story, but you aren’t a hero, you aren’t a villain, and this isn’t your story. Every time you meet a hero or villain, think of it from their perspective and their view. Don’t blindly hate and pretend like you or any other being have the power to pass judgment over a strangers entire life. We are all heroes, we are all monsters, we are all background characters, romantic interests, comic relief, mentors…

It just depends on who tells the story.

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Behold, the truth. I got this from a Tumblr post. Go ahead. Flame me. I DARE you.


Lyudmila Pavlichenko speech

Lyudmila Pavlichenko was a female sniper in Russia during World War II. During the war, she came to be known by many names. Lady Death. Lieutenant Pavlichenko. And "the Russian Bitch from Hell". She is considered to be the most successful sniper in history, with a score of 309 kills. All of them Nazis. In 1942, she was sent to America to plead for the opening of the Second Front, a military force which would turn to be a great asset in winning the war.

This is a translated version of her speech during the 1942 summer tour taken from the Marxists Internet Archive.

These simple, strong words of Liudmila Pavlichenko bring home to us in America the epic struggle that our great Russian allies are waging for us today. I wish you could hear them in Lieutenant Pavlichenko's own ringing voice. I wish you could see that beautiful fare with its warm brown eyes that glow with such love when she talks of her comrades that have fallen before Odessa and Sevastopol, that burn with such hatred when size talks about our enemies and their beastly deeds. I wish you could see hat sturdy, valiant figure—a figure that has been a shield to us. This girl has stood alone, in deadly danger, day after day from dawn till after dark, picking off our enemies—309 of them. Four times she has felt in her own flesh the steel of our enemy. Her wounds only stiffen her will. I wish you could feel the warm clasp of that firm hand whose unerring aim has meant so much to us. I wish you could see what happens when she pronounces the word Fritz." Her whole being is filled with outrage against the monstrous crimes she has seen committed, and with the determination that unites her countrymen today in the flaming purpose to wipe the horrors that Hitlerism has brought on humanity forever from the earth.

Liudmila Pavlichenko knows that her visit here is a contribution to the winning of the war. But she does not feel very good about being safe and comfortable over here while her comrades keep on fighting. And I am afraid she does not feel very good about our part in the war. She knows it is our war. She knows that the heroic defenders of Stalingrad are fighting for us as well as for themselves, that their defeats are our defeats, their victories our victories. But she is not sure we know this. We must help to make her visit here worth while—these precious weeks she is spending away from the fighting front where she feels that she should be. We can do that first and foremost by multiplying n hundredfold our efforts toward the immediate opening of a Second Front—the only way we can discharge our debt to our allies, to ourselves, to the future. We can do it, each one of us, by multiplying a hundredfold our efforts in. whatever sphere of work we are making our contribution to the war. Not many of us are called upon for as difficult a task as Liudmila Pavhichenko's. Let us dedicate ourselves to winning the war as wholly as she and her people have done.

We salute you, Liudmila Pavlichenko, for all that you have done and will do in our common cause. The strength and inspiration we draw from your presence among us will help each one of us to be a better fighter against the enemies of mankind. Your visit here, with your fellow—heroes, Lieutenant Pchelintsev and Lieutenant Krasavchenko, is a new link in the friendship between our two countries which is so essential to winning the war and building an enduring peace. To your victory—and ours!

JESSICA SMITH

You ask me first of all to say something about the urgency of the Second Front. Of course there is nothing more important. The opening of a Second Front is the only way we can be sure of a speedy victory over the enemy who threatens the freedom not only of my country, but of America, England, China—all the United Nations. There is much talk about a Second Front. Our people are still hoping and counting on it—but they are wondering when the talk will be translated into action. One thing must be clearly understood. We urge a Second Front not because we are weak, not because we lack confidence in our own strength, but because we want to bring this bloody war to an end more quickly. Think of how much blood has been shed, how much destruction and horror has been spread, how much cruelty and torture inflicted on innocent people— on old people and children. The sooner the monster fascism can be destroyed, the less blood will be shed—and that means your blood as well as ours.

Every day that passes without a Second Front increases the danger to you, increases the cost you will have to pay later for the defeat of Hitlerism. Remember that right now nine-tenths of all the armies of Hitler are engaged in our country—and not only the German armies. Hitler gathers his troops from all of Europe—from Hungary, Denmark, Italy, Rumania, Finland. Now, before our armies are further weakened, is the time to strike in Europe.

Stalingrad is a vital point for us and for you. I know our people are fighting and will keep on fighting as they did before Odessa, before Sevastopol, before Leningrad. Do not forget what each day of fighting means to our common cause. All the roads to all these cities were heaped with German corpses—the dead and the dying. The Germans do not rescue their wounded quickly from the battlefield, as we do. They advance over the bodies of their own wounded. It is that way at Stalingrad. It is important to you in America that we are killing so many of the enemy. Yes—we shall keep right on. But do not expect miracles of us. Our people are dying by the thousands too. The blow from the West must be coordinated with ours without any delay. Of course we have received help from your people, war supplies and medicines, for which we are very grateful. But the scale of the battles that are going on is very great history has never seen anything to compare with them. And the help we have received from outside is not enough. It is not only technical and material help that is important today. We need the help of people—of the armies of our allies fighting in the field.

I can't help feeling that the American people are still too indifferent to the war and what it really means. I do not believe the American people as a whole entirely understand what war is like. Most of you so far only feel it as an inconvenience—doing without gasoline, being a little limited in the amount of sugar you use. You do not know what it is to have bombs falling all around you. You do not know what it is to see babies murdered, women and girls ravished by the Hitlerite beasts. You do not know what it is to find the charred bodies of your own comrades burned and tortured beyond recognition, to see rows of brave, fine people—people you knew—hanging along the roadside. You do not know what it is to walk into a home for old people won back from the Germans, as I did on the Sovkhoz Ilyichka, near Odessa. It was early morning, and the sun was just rising, and we went in to set the people there free. But what we found were the bodies of 108 old people, shot and tortured, slashed to pieces, blown up by grenades .

108 people, all of them old and ill. And so depraved are those Hitlerites that the old women had all been raped. Things like this could sometime happen to you if Hitler wins more victories.

And yet so many Americans still think of the war as something going on somewhere a long way off, where Russians and Germans are fighting each other. But we fight for your freedom too, we fight for the freedom of all the countries of Europe, of all the United Nations. And we are fighting alone.

Some people with whom I have talked seem to think the ocean is an obstacle of some kind. I think it is like a road—like your good American asphalt roads—perhaps better. You can go under it as well as over it. Look at all the submarines Hitler has sent to your shores. You have the great stretches of the ocean itself, you have the air above it to fly through, and the undersea passageway. I think you have a broad highway to a Second Front in Europe.

We have always admired you Americans for your great fighting qualities. You fought gloriously for freedom in your Revolution and Civil War. It is good to have such fighting traditions. But we feel that now also you must wish to fight for freedom as you fought in the past. Hitler threatens not only the USSR, he threatens you. I read your papers, and I do not see anything written there about the great danger to your country. It is all about the danger to Stalingrad. But that is your danger, too. How can we make the American people understand? It is not enough to write and talk—cry out at the top of your voice, tell about those children and old people, the millions of Hitler's victims and what they have suffered.

And you must learn to hate the enemy as we did. Hatred did not come to us all at once. We are a peace—loving people, and we had to learn to hate. But fierce hatred rose within us after we saw with our own eyes what the Hitler beasts could do. Now we hate the enemy too much to fear him. When you are out there at your post you know that it is either you or your enemy who is killed. Our whole people know that today.

I have been asked often since I have been here how I feel when I kill a German. The feeling I have after killing a Nazi is the feeling of a hunter who has killed a beast of prey. Every time my bullet fells a Nazi I have the feeling that I have saved lives. Any people who have had Nazis trampling over their land know that. For the Nazis kill children, women, old men. To let a Nazi remain alive in your land is to abet the murder of your own people. Only the dead Nazi can he trusted to leave the innocent unharmed. Every Hitlerite killed is a step forward on the road to the liberation of mankind.

I have been asked to write something about my own life. If this will help in any way toward a better understanding of our people and our present struggle, I am glad to do this. Here is my story.

I am a Ukrainian. I was born twenty—six years ago in the town of Belaya Tserkov near Kiev. I have a younger sister, Valentina, who is now working in a munitions factory. I am proud to say she is reckoned as one of the best workers on the staff. My mother was a teacher. My father was a worker in a St. Petersburg factory when the revolution occurred. He took part in it and also in the Civil War. After we won and the country settled down, he was given an executive position which required traveling from place to place in the Ukraine. We all traveled with him. Every year of my early schooling was spent in a new school in a new city. But all this traveling around taught me a lot, and I finished school a year and a half ahead of the average. And this in spite of my being a tomboy and rather unruly in the class room. I'm afraid I was a trial to my teachers.

I was keen on sports of all kinds, and played all the boys' games and would not allow myself to be outdone by boys in anything. That was how I turned to sharpshooting. When a neighbor's boy boasted of his exploits at a shooting range I set out to show that a girl could do as well. So I practiced a lot.

When I was eighteen we finally settled down in Kiev. I had a choice of continuing my studies or going to work. I chose factory work and got a job in an arms plant, becoming a skilled turner. While at the factory, I continued my athletic activities and kept up my marksmanship. A funny incident occurred at this time, when my friends dragged me off to a nearby shooting gallery one day. Twelve prizes were offered. There were the usual stationary and moving targets. I bought fifteen bullets and won all the twelve prizes. The man who ran the place turned pale with alarm and astonishment as he unfastened one prize after another, and piled them up beside me. After letting him hand me the twelfth, I felt sorry for him and gave him back all the prizes.

After a few years in the factory, I was given an opportunity to enter the Military Engineering School. But war and military affairs were far from my thoughts in those days. I was interested in history and entered Kiev University in 1937. I dreamt of becoming a scholar, a teacher.

At the university I continued my athletic activities as before. I was a sprinter and a pole vaulter as well as a marksman. To perfect myself in shooting, I took courses at a sniper's school.

I was in the city of Odessa when the war broke out. I had gone there to complete researches on my diploma thesis on Bogdan Khrnelnitsky, a great Ukrainian patriot and an important figure in the history of my country. At the very moment of the German invasion I was in a sanitarium where I had gone to recover from an illness. The moment I heard the news I stopped feeling ill. When I applied to the doctors of the sanitarium for a discharge, they refused. I didn't feel that the time could be spared for arguments and appeals. I knew the war had done more to cure me than they could. So I took French leave.

They wouldn't take girls in the army, so I had to resort to all kinds of tricks to get in. But I finally managed it. I served first with one of the volunteer detachments called "destroyer squads" organized in cities and districts close to the front, to dispose of German paratroopers. My detachment was later merged with a regular Red Army unit. I was a member of the 25th, the Chapayev Division.

Two Rumanian mercenaries of the Nazis helped me to become a sniper. To prove that I could qualify I was told to show my skill on a group of Rumanians. When I picked off the two I was accepted. They are not figured in my score total because they were test shots.

I have to admit I was scared in my first real baptism of fire. I was in range of hot German fire and I cried out to our machine gunners to cover me with return fire and save me. But I soon learned the steadiness and coolness required of our snipers. My sniper's score began when I intercepted a German scouting party of three men. The Germans had laid down annihilating fire on a certain spot that they were determined to sweep bare. When they thought nothing there remained alive they sent out these scouts to reconnoiter to see if they could safely occupy the place. I spotted them and asked for the assignment to pick them off. Receiving permission I crawled to a spot from which I could cover them. I got two of the three. They started my score which now stands at 309.

Sniping is dangerous because we are hunted as well as hunters. The presence of a sniper can demoralize troops and everything is done to get rid of him with concentrated fire from all arms, even artillery, when his exact position is known; or by setting snipers of their own against him. A considerable part of my action has consisted of duels with enemy snipers.

It requires great endurance and willpower to be in exposed and difficult positions for fifteen or twenty hours at a stretch. And when you are in your position you must be under rigid self—control not to waste a shot or a movement. The slightest start may mean death. Your day begins before dawn, so that you can reach your position and build up your camouflage before there is light, and it ends after nightfall so that you can return under cover of darkness.

The Nazi hunters have often stalked me. One duel with a German sniper lasted three days. It was a hunt to the death. If either of us had a suspicion that the other had detected his position that position was shifted. That was one of the tensest experiences of my life. Finally he made one move too many.

Another time they assigned a squad of five Tommy gunners to get me. They camouflaged themselves and decided that they had set a clever trap for me on a road they thought I would pass on. They were right but I had my own way of using the road. I detected the trap, got into a position where their bullets couldn't reach me and poured lead into what became a trap for them. I got three and when the two survivors ran for it, I got one of them. I searched the four bodies for the papers of the men and brought them back together with four tommyguns.

Once another sniper, Leonid Kitsenko, and I got quite a haul of Nazi officers. Following their communication wires to a dugout we took a position that commanded that particular field headquarters. Two officers came along to submit reports. Our shots dropped them. A man ran to their aid and we got him. An officer dashed out to see what the shooting was about and he joined them. The others fell into panic and for a while offered us perfect targets, as they milled around. Finally they concentrated protective fire around the spot while they abandoned the dugout, lugging out their files, and other equipment.

Our chief quarries were the enemy scouts. They and their snipers used many tricks to fool us or to get us to reveal ourselves. A German tin hat would appear, just a fraction of it, and we would think "I'll get that Fritz !" Then the tin hat would waggle like the head of a toy elephant and disappear. We soon learned not to fall for this. One of their scouts whom I was hunting, after trying the helmet trick sent a cat out, either to distract me or to fool me into belief that nobody would be around where a cat could parade by so unconcernedly. Finally the scout tried his last trick. A dummy of a German soldier, in full uniform and even with a rifle in position, was raised and dangled before me. Then I knew that my man was there. I kept the spot covered but held my fire. The puppeteer now felt safe. He put his field glass to his eye. I shot at the flash of the lens. And that one had his last look at Soviet soil.

Yes, it is dangerous work, but things went better as I got used to the fire and German tactics. I have been wounded four times, twice rather heavily. I carry a scar, over the bridge of my nose, from the fourth wound, which I received during the evacuation of Sevastopol. In addition to the four wounds I suffered shell-shock which temporarily affected my hearing, but I was able to take treatments right on the front lines, and stayed in action.

Odessa and Sevastopol will remain in my memory forever. We defended Odessa till October. Then orders came to evacuate. We took positively everything with us aboard ship. The airmen took all the old airplane parts they could carry with them, and the cavalry took even old horseshoes. So we went aboard and started for Sevastopol.

Much has been written about Sevastopol. The history of wars can show nothing to compare with its defense. We were but one Russian to every ten Germans. Fifteen hundred planes flew over the long-suffering town every day. The air shook with incessant cannonading, exploding shells and bombs. The sun was blotted out by clouds of dust and earth. We hadn't enough shells or food, but we hung on. The city had ceased to be—there was nothing save a heap of ruins—but still we hung on, battling from our stand on the ruins, shooting from behind every building, every elevation or mound.

Not a clod of Sevastopol ground was given up without a fierce fight not a step did we retreat without orders! We mowed down the Hitlerites like ripe grain. Drunk with blood as with ,vodka they swept headlong to death. Fresh German divisions were driven in to take the place of those fallen—there was no end to them! The Germans had to pay a high price —too high—for the heaps of brick and ash, the ruin that was once Sevastopol. Our 150 snipers alone accounted for a 1,080 of them. By that time I had trained a considerable number of snipers. Up to now I have trained eighty snipers and their combined score is well over the two thousand mark. By that time even the Germans knew of me. With their German stupidity they tried to bribe me. Their radios blared into our lines: "Liudmila Pavlichenko come over to us. We will give you plenty of chocolate and make you a German officer." When they got no answer to that, they turned to threats. Their last message to me was: "Liudmila Pavlichenko, you will not escape us. When we catch you we will tear you in 309 pieces." They even knew my score!

They might have known that they would not have that opportunity. Ten Germans managed to ambush a comrade of mine, Nikolai Koval. They didn't get him alive. He blew himself up with a hand grenade and took six of the fascist beasts with him. Now I have come to America, the country which my people admire as one of the most advanced and democratic countries of the world. We are proud to be united with the American people in the fight against fascism.

There is a long tradition of friendship between our two countries. The United States and the Soviet Union have never fought against each other. This friendship must be deepened and strengthened after Hitlerism has been defeated by our common efforts. I think our country has understood America better than America has understood us. Our people have always been interested in the Americans, in studying their history and their life. I have studied quite a lot of American history myself, and I do not feel strange here.

I have come to your country as the representative of Soviet youth. I hope my visit may have some useful results. I am troubled to be idle now when everything and everyone is required by my country in the fight against the Hitlerites. I am impatient to be back. Later, when peace comes, I want to visit your beautiful country and see many things there is no time to see now—and enjoy myself a little and get to know your people better.

There isn't time now. Perhaps then your people will get to know me better, too. Now I am looked upon a little as a curiosity, a subject for newspaper headlines, for anecdotes. In the Soviet Union I am looked upon as a citizen, as a fighter, as a soldier for my country. Yes, I am impatient to be back. I have 309 Hitlerites on my score. But the score is not finished, my work is not over.

In closing I have a special message for American women. I would like them to know first about our mothers. Soviet mothers love their children enormously. I know how much my mother loves me—and yet she writes to me: "I want to see you more than anything—but don't come home until you come with victory." And when their sons are killed our mothers do not stop to mourn—they work all the harder. Soviet mothers send their sons to the front, and if necessary their daughters too, without tears in their eyes. They know that it is necessary. While women are not regularly a part of our armed forces, many are fighting in one way or another. There are many, many cases where mothers whose sons are at the front become guerrilla fighters. Our women were on a basis of complete equality long before the war. From the first day of the Revolution full rights were granted the women of Soviet Russia. One of the most important things is that every woman has her own specialty. That is what actually makes them as independent as men. Soviet women have complete self-respect, because their dignity as human beings is fully recognized. Whatever we do, we are honored not just as women, but as individual personalities, as human beings. That is a very big word. Because we can be fully that, we feel no limitations because of our sex. That is why women have so naturally taken their places beside men in this war. We have a tradition, too, to live up to. There was Durova, the Russian woman guerrilla, who fought against Napoleon's invading armies in 1812, and Dasha Sevastopolskaya who fought in the heroic defense of Sevastopol in 1854-55. So in today's war our women have carried on these traditions—and added something. The names of many of them have already been immortalized Lisa Chaikina, Tanya (Zoya) Kosmodemianskaya, Maria Baida, Nina Onilova, Valya Phillipova—and scores of others. Our women have proved that we can master machines and technique as well as men can, that we can have as much will and determination as men can, that we can kill our enemies as well as men can. It seems strange to many Americans that women go into battle. They seem to think the war has changed them into some strange kind of creature between a man and a woman. But we are still feminine beings. We can still wear nice clothes and have polished fingernails in the proper time and place. We remain women and human beings as before. The war has made us tougher, that's all.

Women behind the lines have almost entirely taken the place of men at machines. They are locksmiths, turners, locomotive engineers, miners. Now they do all the things that used to be men's specialties—and they even manage to increase productivity 500 to 1,000 per cent. They know they are working as we are all working for our victory, for our army, for our freedom.

And on behalf of all these Russian women fighting in our common cause, I express the wish that American women should replace the men at the machines as our women do, that American women should understand as our women do that their sons and husbands at the front are fighting for universal freedom. That they should hurry and help defeat our common enemy—and do away with Hitlerism—and that such help can come only through opening the Second Front! American women must understand that if the Second Front is not opened now, the United States will face much greater suffering and losses later.


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Under the Veil by poplasia reviews
Sans has gotten himself stuck in the void between worlds in a successful attempt to stop the resets of his timeline. He's not sure how long he's been chillin' alone there, but eventually a chance at escape stumbles his way in from the Veil of Death. His name?—Sirius Black. (no pairings)
Crossover - Harry Potter & Undertale - Rated: T - English - Fantasy/Humor - Chapters: 66 - Words: 229,162 - Reviews: 2155 - Favs: 2,260 - Follows: 2,560 - Updated: 9/30 - Published: 8/1/2016 - Sirius B., Sans
Universe Falls by MiniJen reviews
What if, instead of Beach City, the Crystal Gems had settled down in a little backwoods town just west of weird? What if, upon coming to Gravity Falls for the summer, Dipper and Mabel were to befriend Steven and Connie? How would they fare against the combined threats of merciless Homeworld Gems and a certain triangular demon? (DEAD/ABANDONED)
Crossover - Gravity Falls & Steven Universe - Rated: T - English - Drama/Friendship - Chapters: 103 - Words: 1,754,769 - Reviews: 4003 - Favs: 1,590 - Follows: 1,484 - Updated: 4/25 - Published: 9/29/2015 - Dipper P., Mabel P., Steven U., Connie M.
Room 513 by Sailor Anime 14 reviews
Dipper and Mabel Pines find themselves in a hospital with no memory of how they got there. But when help comes in the form of Room 513, they'll come face to face with the harsh reality and tragedy that is brought before them.
Crossover - Gravity Falls & Steven Universe - Rated: T - English - Horror/Drama - Chapters: 7 - Words: 6,471 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 10 - Follows: 16 - Updated: 8/19/2020 - Published: 4/26/2016
Undershifter by Indigo Masquerade97 reviews
First fanfic... When the barrier is destroyed, the last thing the Monsters expected was to be shrunk down and sold off as pets to humans and... something else. And now Frisk can't reset to fix it. The Skelebros must now adjust to being pets to a strange race among the humans. Will they survive with these strange beings? Can they undo these wrongdoings? Alternate universe.
Undertale - Rated: T - English - Friendship/Sci-Fi - Chapters: 30 - Words: 59,116 - Reviews: 145 - Favs: 95 - Follows: 110 - Updated: 10/4/2018 - Published: 5/22/2016 - Papyrus, Sans
Another human by Amisia reviews
What if a fan of Undertale somehow ended up in the UNDERGROUND with Frisk (and flavor-text Chara) after a RESET? The story contains Flavor-text-ghost-Chara, an Undertale-fan, vitamin C and D, a bunch of swearing, massive spoilers for all main routes and everything in-between, easter-eggs for the attentive. By the way, you are carrying too many dogs.
Undertale - Rated: T - English - Humor/Mystery - Chapters: 33 - Words: 55,397 - Reviews: 292 - Favs: 236 - Follows: 293 - Updated: 7/2/2018 - Published: 4/8/2016 - Frisk, Papyrus, Sans, Chara - Complete
The Reply by Lusewing reviews
Looking for closure after finishing the game you write a letter to the characters. You never expected a reply.
Undertale - Rated: K+ - English - Chapters: 14 - Words: 18,907 - Reviews: 150 - Favs: 143 - Follows: 180 - Updated: 8/26/2017 - Published: 3/27/2016 - Sans
The Lonely Monsters Are Getting Lonelier by booogiepop reviews
A pair of ghosts live in the dark with only themselves for company. The Old Queen of Monsters waits alone in her ruined home for seven human children to pass. Some make it to Muffet's parlour. Some do not. The Queen of Spiders writes in her diary, and becomes lonelier.
Undertale - Rated: T - English - Friendship/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 12 - Words: 34,883 - Reviews: 29 - Favs: 38 - Follows: 44 - Updated: 7/17/2017 - Published: 12/30/2015 - [Toriel, Muffet] Napstablook
Resolve by QuiteAlotOfSodaPop reviews
The barrier has been broken and monsters are free to join humans in the land above. However whilst taking care of some unfinished business, Toriel discovers that humans souls have an unusual talent for coming back.
Undertale - Rated: T - English - Family/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 10 - Words: 63,040 - Reviews: 55 - Favs: 102 - Follows: 89 - Updated: 6/4/2017 - Published: 5/3/2016 - [Sans, Toriel, Asgore D.] Frisk
Homura Akemi: Test Subject One by PK.Atomyst reviews
It was a perfect ending. The town had been evacuated before Walpurgis Night, all her friends were saved, and she successfully kept Madoka from making a contract. However, the Japanese government took a particular interest in the girl who predicted a disaster the worlds top scientists were clueless of. Now, Homura finds herself locked in a research laboratory as Test Subject One.
Puella Magi Madoka Magica/魔法少女まどか★マギカ - Rated: T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Suspense - Chapters: 25 - Words: 226,031 - Reviews: 297 - Favs: 326 - Follows: 401 - Updated: 4/11/2017 - Published: 7/27/2015 - [Homura A., Madoka K.] Kyoko S., OC
Of Astronomers and Astronauts by Sparked To Life reviews
After Isla Sorna, Eric's life was never the same. He changes his name and disappears after deciding that he's had enough of being the famous Eric Kirby... And he becomes Owen Grady instead. Or: where Eric Kirby decides to get away from his dinosaur filled past, and semi-accidentally ends up the alpha of a velociraptor pack instead. Because he was always an astronaut.
Jurassic Park - Rated: T - English - Angst/Adventure - Chapters: 18 - Words: 135,669 - Reviews: 367 - Favs: 785 - Follows: 689 - Updated: 3/22/2017 - Published: 1/1/2016 - A. Grant, Owen
Defiant Pearl by MadameX818 reviews
Sequel to Renegade Pearl: The last thing Yellow Pearl ever expected was to find a new home with the treacherous Crystal Gems after being left behind by her master. What was even more unexpected was that she found herself growing closer to the infamous renegade Pearl. With each other, Yellow learns to cope with her new surroundings and Pearl finds forgiveness within herself.
Steven Universe - Rated: K+ - English - Friendship/Fantasy - Chapters: 22 - Words: 43,863 - Reviews: 158 - Favs: 156 - Follows: 153 - Updated: 2/14/2017 - Published: 7/9/2016 - Pearl, Steven U., Yellow Pearl - Complete
It's not the Raptor DNA by SkullsandDuggery reviews
"Her hateful gaze was all too familiar, almost a mirror when he saw past the crimson color, and slit pupils." Because we all know the scientists of Jurassic World had proven themselves incapable of exercising discipline when it came to temptations. Why would it be any different with creating the Indominus? Constructive criticism is welcome and appreciated!
Jurassic Park - Rated: T - English - Chapters: 89 - Words: 720,118 - Reviews: 6027 - Favs: 4,704 - Follows: 3,904 - Updated: 2/5/2017 - Published: 6/15/2015 - Owen, Indominus Rex
UNDERTALE: FILE NAME NOT FOUND by R.I.P. Lynn reviews
She knows the story, she's heard the rumors, but it never stopped her from climbing the mountain. But what'll happen if something were to change this, something that makes it all true? Down the rabbit hole and into the matrix, how will she deal as the only human among monsters? And how will the time-line respond to this new unknown? (UNDERTALE is the sole property of Toby Fox)
Undertale - Rated: T - English - Adventure/Romance - Chapters: 67 - Words: 394,611 - Reviews: 813 - Favs: 476 - Follows: 377 - Updated: 1/30/2017 - Published: 2/17/2016 - OC, Papyrus, Sans, Gaster - Complete
Anomaly: Book One: Beyond Forgiveness by VolcanicPizza reviews
Wracked by guilt after killing Sans, Frisk decided to absorb his soul before resetting, but was that such a good idea? Now, not only does she have powers she can barely control, but she's got a wisecracking skeleton in her head to boot! (Complete)
Undertale - Rated: T - English - Adventure - Chapters: 20 - Words: 26,710 - Reviews: 147 - Favs: 144 - Follows: 112 - Updated: 11/12/2016 - Published: 8/1/2016 - Frisk, Sans, Flowey - Complete
Fractured by mariahills-capsicle reviews
Once again Sans finds himself on the surface awaiting reset. He distances himself from his family- why get attached? But this time, Sans is not alone in his struggle with fear and anxiety. After taking in a little orphan monster, will he finally be able to forget his nightmares and focus on his friends and family before he looses himself, and those who are most important to him?
Undertale - Rated: T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Family - Chapters: 51 - Words: 187,415 - Reviews: 804 - Favs: 165 - Follows: 188 - Updated: 11/7/2016 - Published: 1/30/2016 - OC, Papyrus, Sans, Toriel
Broken Together by EverlastingAutumnLeaves reviews
After experiencing the tyranny of the Great Diamond Authority several times in her lifetime, sentient, humanoid, forced fusion Rhodonite teams up with some unlikely friends, including another Gem anomaly, a scavenger, a homicidal Pearl, and many others, to rise up, become modern day Crystal Gems and take down the Diamonds from the inside.
Steven Universe - Rated: T - English - Drama/Suspense - Chapters: 53 - Words: 129,183 - Reviews: 130 - Favs: 58 - Follows: 48 - Updated: 10/24/2016 - Published: 11/7/2015 - OC, Yellow Diamond, Blue Diamond, White Diamond - Complete
The Game by J. Renee Worsing reviews
Your entire existence - the existence of all the Monsters and the Underground and quite possibly even the Surface... is a fucking human game. [ Genocide Spoilers; OC is the player; rated for swearing ]
Undertale - Rated: T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Drama - Chapters: 6 - Words: 13,842 - Reviews: 28 - Favs: 43 - Follows: 34 - Updated: 10/1/2016 - Published: 9/11/2016 - OC, Sans - Complete
Daemontale Without Light by merlinfrostE reviews
In a world where everyone's soul is left on display, it is often hard to both hide who you are and be who people want you to be. Sans is no stranger to the judging looks, the frightening whisper or scornful sneers. He's lived with them all his life and has learnt to ignore them. It helps that Caellian is with him as well. The arrival of Frisk and their daemon Chara changes the game
Undertale - Rated: T - English - Adventure/Mystery - Chapters: 7 - Words: 30,677 - Reviews: 22 - Favs: 44 - Follows: 33 - Updated: 9/28/2016 - Published: 8/25/2016 - Frisk, Papyrus, Sans, Chara - Complete
Reach Out by JenniferMarie20 reviews
Frisk was living on the surface with their new family. Everything was perfect except, the dreams that seem to belong to someone else. Something is left undone. The past is pulling them back. The world is reset, everything is undone. Somehow, they have to break the cycle and save everyone, and themselves. (pacifist run spoilers)
Undertale - Rated: T - English - Adventure/Friendship - Chapters: 51 - Words: 173,513 - Reviews: 542 - Favs: 600 - Follows: 498 - Updated: 8/24/2016 - Published: 11/12/2015 - Frisk, Papyrus, Sans, Chara - Complete
Wartale: The Second War Between Humans and Monsters by Thaliaislife reviews
Chara couldn't decide what was worse, the sound of bombs going off, or the sound of a thousand guns going off all at once. Either way the noise rattled them to the core. They peeked up from their hole, gripping their rifle like it was a life line. Bombs blew, guns fired, the ground was trembling beneath their feet and the air was raining dust. Chara shivered, dust. Charisk
Undertale - Rated: T - English - Romance/Tragedy - Chapters: 6 - Words: 9,204 - Reviews: 14 - Favs: 30 - Follows: 35 - Updated: 8/8/2016 - Published: 5/19/2016 - Frisk, Sans, Chara, Undyne
Sansfiction by copyuta reviews
What if all others AU are actually just in Sans' mind, here is the answer SANSFICTION. At first only little Papy will hear the story, but there will be more. Depends on request. If you want you can request for the cover image too XD
Undertale - Rated: T - English - Family/Parody - Chapters: 11 - Words: 9,989 - Reviews: 16 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 7/30/2016 - Published: 5/26/2016 - Papyrus, Sans
Undertale: Steven's Universe by N0bodE reviews
So close to a happy ending, everyone had gotten out of the underground, nobody knew about Chara and she didn't even want to fight anybody for once. Then some Gem things come along and get in the way of their happy ending and Frisk tries to talk to them. Which ends up failing dozens of times, so they let Chara take rein for once. A stress-relief fight.
Crossover - Steven Universe & Undertale - Rated: T - English - Fantasy - Chapters: 12 - Words: 41,763 - Reviews: 111 - Favs: 254 - Follows: 313 - Updated: 7/12/2016 - Published: 1/22/2016 - Garnet, Steven U., Frisk, Chara
The Spark in a Pearl by joshstar1 reviews
Pearls, Servants and slaves to Homeworld. Follow the story of a lone Pearl as she fights to preserve her individuality and her freedom as she learns of true pain and suffering from both herself and others, though fights to move through all the pain and come out stronger than ever.
Steven Universe - Rated: T - English - Tragedy/Adventure - Chapters: 7 - Words: 20,376 - Reviews: 11 - Favs: 11 - Follows: 10 - Updated: 4/28/2016 - Published: 2/24/2016 - OC
The Ultimate Anomaly by Angel of Apricots reviews
All AUs belong to their owners. Core Frisk and Swapped Papyrus find that other universes are breaking piece by piece, even without Error Sans' intervening. Sans, Edge, Screwball, Blaster, Geno, Outs, and Death are seven versions of Sans that assist Core Frisk and Swapped Papyrus to save the other timelines. Meanwhile, Error is teamed with Ink, Fresh, and a broken Blueberry. Hiatus!
Undertale - Rated: T - English - Fantasy/Friendship - Chapters: 7 - Words: 19,355 - Reviews: 73 - Favs: 101 - Follows: 117 - Updated: 4/26/2016 - Published: 2/25/2016
Renegade Pearl by MadameX818 reviews
AU: There was nothing more terrifying than a defective Gem, especially a defective Pearl. And no one was more scared of her than Blue Pearl, who was perfect. When Blue Diamond's army kidnapped Rose's Pearl for ransom, Blue Pearl is ordered to watch the defective Gem. The Pearl was dangerous, blunt, and everything Pearls weren't supposed to be. But maybe that wasn't a bad thing.
Steven Universe - Rated: K+ - English - Friendship/Fantasy - Chapters: 14 - Words: 19,373 - Reviews: 204 - Favs: 317 - Follows: 175 - Updated: 4/17/2016 - Published: 1/30/2016 - Pearl, Blue Diamond, Blue Pearl - Complete
Understrife by cynical camp boy reviews
(Understrife!AU made by me, rated T for language and violence, rating might change, cover art by me.) Welcome to a world where humans are locked in battle with monsters, and nobody is safe. But, when a child of mercy falls into the Underground, they could be the key to defeating the humans. There is no easy escape, however, and none of the monsters seem keen on mercy... (PACIFIST)
Undertale - Rated: T - English - Adventure - Chapters: 11 - Words: 37,897 - Reviews: 44 - Favs: 54 - Follows: 62 - Updated: 4/13/2016 - Published: 2/9/2016 - Frisk, Sans, Toriel, Flowey - Complete
AU's and Oneshots - Walk the Line by HufflepuffFilth reviews
Just a collection of my AU's and Oneshots from my story Walk the Line.
Gravity Falls - Rated: T - English - Angst - Chapters: 7 - Words: 18,898 - Reviews: 46 - Favs: 76 - Follows: 67 - Updated: 1/28/2016 - Published: 8/2/2015 - Dipper P., Mabel P., Grunkle Stan, Grunkle Ford
Walk the Line by HufflepuffFilth reviews
Dipper had always felt like the black sheep in the Pine's family. He always felt like they would get along just fine without him - even Mabel, with enough time. Closing his eyes had never felt like such a reprieve from all of it.
Gravity Falls - Rated: T - English - Angst/Supernatural - Chapters: 22 - Words: 82,138 - Reviews: 410 - Favs: 1,048 - Follows: 538 - Updated: 1/28/2016 - Published: 4/29/2015 - Dipper P., Mabel P., Grunkle Stan, Bill - Complete