The Kriegsmarine Romance begins
It has begun. Master Steerpike has posted the first four pages of Kriegsmarine Romance. The idea and art are by Steerpike, the script is mine.
The story (pretty long one) takes place in 1944. The Twilight of The Gods is setting. The World Serpent is tumbling and raxing, shaking the stars off the heavenly dome. The nations drown each other in blood. The Winter of Winters is over, and the wolf Skoll is preparing to swallow the Sun.
A submarine, known as U-200 in the Kriegsmarine HQ, sets off to Antarctica carrying the body of Hitler, successfully murdered by capt. Stauffenberg.
But those trying to ressurect the Fuehrer, know another name for the boat: Naglfar.
Here’s an imminently rough translation of dialogue (I’m not that good at American dialects yet):
page 1
Jenkins Sr: And I say it’s a fish!
Jenkins Jr: But it smells of meat. Not too fresh one either.
Jenkinks Sr: Fresh or not, it’s alright for pigs.
Jenkinks Sr: And what pig won’t eat, we’ll make into dung.
Jenkins Jr: Right, like we’re short on shit.
A voice: Jeremiah Jenkins!
page 2
Jenkins Sr: Reverend Mosers!
Mosers: What an ungodly monster is that?
Jenkins Sr: It’s a fish, Reverend.
Jenkins Jr: It’s a whale!
Mosers: It’s a Leviathan!
Jenkins Jr: Cast off on the beach this Thursday. It’s already stinky, and the belly is bloated.
Mosers: ‘In that day, the LORD will punish with his sword, his fierce, great and powerful sword, Leviathan the gliding serpent, Leviathan the coiling serpent; he will slay the monster of the sea.’
page 3
A voice: Amen!
Jenkins Jr: Da-ad. Seems like the darn whale is fit to burst.
[it does burst]
Voice: Look!
Voice: Still breathes, I guess.
Voice: ’s a wonder we still breathe.
Voice: He’s quite a kid.
Voice: …but no sign will be given it except the sign of Jonah.
Voice: Why, ain’t that a Wild Bill Donnovan’s customer? Someone should send him a line, methinks.
page 4
Caption: first, the music…
Caption: then…
The ‘Bad’ interrogator: How long are we here?
‘Bad’: A week, dammit! A friggin week, and not a word from you, not a single one!
‘Bad’: Not a bloody word.
That’s it for now. Four pages was a minimum for the festival. There’s definitely more underway.
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