I apologise for any errors in my writings, I am not proficient with English. Main inspiration: Of War, Toys, and Hammers
Chapter 1- Kleinhammer
My name is Alexander Schnee I am quite old, but still without any major health issues. I live in Russia. My wooden house is quite some distance away from the nearest settlement. My house has 5 rooms, the basement included. And like every day I was sitting at the window and watched the ongoing snowstorm as I heard a loud sound in my basement.
I quickly sprung up and left for my weapon. Above my oven hang my beloved Mosin. A bolt-action rifle with a 5-round magazine. It was common to have some sort of weapon in my region. The nearest police-post was far away so that people here in the woods could not depend on them coming in time.
As soon as I grabbed my weapon, I heard strange quiet shooting sounds from under me. It did not sound like anything I heard before. I paused at the trapdoor to my basement, my rifle at the ready. It took me a moment to calm myself. I opened the trapdoor and jumped in.
It was total chaos. Glass littered the floor as some of my glass bottles, where I keep the food over the winter, have broken apart. Tomatoes, apples and cucumbers were pouring out of the holes on the cold dirt ground. As strange as it felt I recognised the different factions immediately. Imperium, Eldar, Space marines and some Necrons were taking cover behind the "debris". All of them were very small and had small armies but none of them had tanks.
To my surprise many didn't even look at the huge figure that suddenly jumped into the basement. It didn't take long for me to check, that they had bigger problems. Both the humans and the Eldar were getting pushed back by the Necrons. Countless corpses of each party lay dead on the floor. With incredible luck I managed to not get hit by a green beam of light coming from a decorated Necron, probably a leader of some kind. It didn't take another reminder for me to start blasting.