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ID: Fischer, Christian
Location: BLOCKED
Subject: Application
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'Tag there, Patrioten of the Red Hessian Army. My name is Fischer, Christian Fischer. Some of you may know me as one of the Kanzlers lap dogs, part of the Military, but I assure you that those times are over.
Since you want to know more about your applicants, you shall hear my story aswell, of course. I was born and raised on Planet Hamburg, rather normal and not in a quite wealthy family. I've always had to work hard to achieve that what I wanted to achieve, it made me to what I am today. My young years weren't quite thrilling, nothing too fancy there. I've been raised with love by both, Father and Mother. Visited the school like any other young boy in my age, too. I've never been too great at school, even though my teachers said I was a very intelligent and gifted kid. I didn't care. What I wanted was, like many of the blinded teenagers, to become a Soldat for our so beloved Vaterland. How young and silly I was...
I was seventeen when I finished the school. My father, who was also a Soldat for the Military, inspired, blinded me. I honestly thought, serving my Vaterland as a Soldat, a lapdog of the Kanzler, was what I wanted. As soon as I was old enough, I've signed up for the Military Academy on Hamburg, still so determined to, as I know better today, ruin my life. So I've been learning, learning to be a lapdog, a sycophant...
With the age of twenty four, I've signed up with the Military Primary Fleet, thought that I was doing was the right thing, of course. Blinded by propaganda, by my own parents, by my surroundings.
As soon as I finally achieved my "goal", things felt horribly wrong. I didn't feel like a hero of my Vaterland, as I was supposed to, I felt wrong, simply wrong. At the wrong place. After long months, I didn't count them, I've decided to change my life. It couldn't go on like that.
I want to fight for my Vaterland, not for our so "beloved" Kanzler. This pig, deserved nothing but the death. And so shall everyone who serves him. I've killed many on Moselle, a battleship in the Military's heart, Braunschweig, got away, was hiding...
Today I know where I belong, I belong into your ranks, dear Patrioten. This would be all, I will be waiting for your response, and shall look forward to it.