"Her wisdom cube has been damaged...
she can't summon her rigging...."
Those torturous recent memories bounced around in Bismarck's head
"GET UP YOU WORTHLESS INVESTMENT!"
She couldn't summon her riggings, she couldn't be a flagship....
"Why did this have to befall me...." Bismarck said to herself
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"Shoot... this place is freaking massive, how am I gonna find Fritz in here?" Daniel said to himself in an almost deadpan voice.
There were numerous officials in really heavily decorated uniforms dressed to the brim in all kinds of medals, some looking like passable versions of the same ones in real life, but others completely different.
Live entertainment in the form of very formal playing very classical music on an open stage,
Considering Daniel's Spotify playlist was choked with Sabaton songs (and practically nothing else, except for a bit of Doom music here or there), he didn't know what on earth they were playing.
Probably something from one of those old composers that you hear a lot about like Beethoven or something.
Something strange that Daniel noticed was that all of the waitresses handing food and drinks out looked really strange,
Like, some had dyed hair, or like yellow colored eyes,
Daniel was no medical expert on genetics, but yellow eyes were likely not a natural thing, and the dyed hair looked straight up WEIRD.
Maybe it was just some ridiculous custom in the Iron Blood that Germany didn't have, but who was Daniel to judge.
Daniel eventually found Fritz's in game avatar staring deadpan at a window,
He was going to have to get used to Fritz not being able to move his in-game body at will.
Also, for some reason, Fritz wasn't speaking through his mic.
"Hallo! Fritz, you there?" Daniel said.
*FLUSHHHHHHhhhhhhh
"What the...." Daniel said, hearing the flushing sound come out of Fritz's mic.
"Sorry, just had to take a dump real fast, what did I miss?" Fritz said, returning
"Hey! Would you shut your mouth about that! We're in a banquet here!" Daniel said in a high whisper.
"Oh! Sorry..... what's a banquet?" Fritz said,
"One of those big parties that rich people always throw, and you need to be FORMAL here! No potty talk!" Daniel said,
"Geez Daniel, I'm not two! Just saying act formal is fine!" Fritz said.
"Okay then act Formal! The guys in here are military men and I don't want to tee them off!" Daniel said
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Azur Lane: The King of the Ocean
FanfictionThe Atlantic Ocean, 20xx. The war between the alien Sirens and humanity has been raging for decades, with the Sirens having a seemingly unbreakable death grip of Earth's oceans. With their advanced technology, the Sirens seemingly have the upper h...
