Okay. What the fuck?

Somehow, don't fucking ask me why, but somehow, I ended up here. In this room. In front of this computer. In a completely different motherfucking time line.

I mean, god damn it! I just got used to living on the moon. The. Fucking. Moon. And not to mention in the sixties. And where am I from?

The.

Motherfucking.

Fourties.

And you may be asking: Who the hell is this crazy fucker?

I'm the badass war hero Tank Dempsey, that's who. Hell, I wouldn't be suprised if you had no clue who I was. You must be some lonesome idiot sitting on the computer. But then again, you wouldn't have clicked on this if you didn't know who I was, wouldn't ya? If you do know about me, then you know I'm badass enough to figure out how to use these damned things. I thought computers would only be for nerds and Nazi scientists. Then they invented the mouse and the Intenet.

And a little thing called Fanfiction was invented somewhere along that. I mean seriously. Seriously? Write your own fucking stories for once! You put a little fourth grader through enough!

Seriously, poor kid. He has to go through all that shit at such a young age. And then he comes across this shit...you people make me shudder. And that's coming from a guy who has lived on the moon, killing the shit out of zombies. A guy who has survived World War Two. A guy who lives with an insane Nazi, a drunk ass Soviet, and a quiet Jap. A guy who had to kill zombies in numerous ways. You putting a little kid through the shipping train...I can't think of a worse torture. I'm going through it myself. It's not as bad, because our fandom is pretty small compared to the South Park fandom or the MLP fandom. Fucking MLP. I hate your fandom so much. It's sickening. But let's save that rant for another day.

But let me tell you, I'm fucking confused as to how I'm here. We were all on the moon. We just fell asleep, and poof! We're fucking here.

Even Richtofen's confused. The fucking bastard has no clue how we got here.

But we met this girl, she's only fourteen, and she wants me to type this. She's nice, I guess, but she can be a fangirl at times. And she ships me and another one of my team mates. If I can even call them that. I'll leave that for another rant, too.

I'm done for now. I have so much to rant about. But I need to keep it on one subject.

Good bye for now, fuckers.

OOC: Dang, Tank! Why do you swear so much?

You guys can choose what he can rant about next. :3

This is going to be fun~!