/pol/ - International /Pol/itics & /Bant/er

After years of poles torching, lumbering and fishing our lands dry, we have finally plucked the ripe fruit of revenge that was plotted in the tattered ruins of what remaind in NBR, by pummeling their rotten buildings and cancerous cities into pathetic piles of burning ash, moulding it into one, big victory for NBR.

as we push deeper into warsaw, dragging everything we've matched through down, the pole grows desperate as payday arrives; their borrowed time is now being paid with interest that'll keep every bobzre's hunger sated for eons to come.

But the real feast is yet to come, because until they are forced into their final stronghold, we may only feed on the scraps left out for us in their shattered streets