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Well, I'd say that this is rather fascinating. Its nothing too special, but the simplicity of it all has a homely feel to it. The dolph...

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I have something great to share, and its relatable. Do any of you remember MoBrosStudios? He previously did YTPs and did his own Spongebob countdowns. He once said he was quitting Youtube, but instead, he created an entirely new channel with some interesting concepts. He even looked back at his first old Spongebob countdown and gave an philosophical new review. This new channel is called 'anim8ball'. I respect this guy because he looked back at his old content and made something really insightful out of it. Check out his channel. I really recommend it.

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Today has been a surprising, but blissful day for me. I have seemed to reconcile with those whom I have wronged in the past and its nice to move along in the future. However, it still is a reminder to be respectful about such. Instead of asking people to showcase your ideas, write/create them yourselves. I have crafted not only my own stories, but even my own alternate history. And I can only go so much more. People make tons of mistakes, but anybody has the chance to make up for those mistakes. My days of being a mere follower are long dead. My time as a unique writer has only started to flourish. And I am thankful to all those who inspired me. 

:iconsanjouin-dacapo: I'd like to thank you for molding me into being more sensible. You were right. Things takes time to heal. And I respect that you like to say your mind. And rest assured, my ideas will stay exclusively to me. I will be much more preoccupied with my own work than to ever be obsessive. I learned a lot of important lessons for me to stay for the rest of my life.

:icontoni-the-mink: I appreciate that you forgive me for my past actions. I'll admit that I was rather foolish and inconsiderate back then. And you, more than anybody else, inspired me to create my own work. I felt that the time was necessary for wounds to heal, but I'm not all too certain that they have completely. That's why I haven't immediately made a comment to you or faved your latest picture of Queen Bea. I don't want to make the impression that I am just a fanboy or that I am an attention hog. I want to be as respectful as possible. And I'll only 'watch' and make only a few comments on deviations when you feel that I am ready for such. My ideas stay with me unless you ask for them. I will make no demands whatsoever. You make your own work and I'll make my own. I will always respect everyone's opinions, including yours. I am a changed person, and will stay independent. Thank you for your inspiration, and, whatever is decided, you can expect me to stay off your page comments section for a very long time.

Thank you all for your time. And I hope that a bright future is in store for this site. Have a great night, everyone.

By the way, I know I already said this, but this is one of my favorite soundtracks in any animated media. And it is rather fitting to play it while reading this. Only a suggestion though.



One of my favorite pieces of soundtrack in any piece of animation. This always gets me deep in thought and ready to pour energy into whatever I see fit. Whenever anyone feels depressed or needs a morale boost, listen to this beat. That's all I have to say.
"All rise!", the bailiff of the Nazi's "People's Court" announced to the courtroom. This was the tribunal established by Adolf Hitler to cement the Reich's beliefs deep in Germany's judicial system. Unfortunately, the defendants usually had no chance of getting anything but guilty, especially under the jurisdiction of "Judge-President" Roland Freisler, who narrowly survived a Allied bombing attack on the courtroom 2 months prior. For months, several German officials have been sentenced to death for their involvement in the infamous assassination attempt against Hitler in July 20th, 1944. Erwin Rommel and Wilhelm Canaris barely escaped this fate through the intervention of SS-Oberstgruppenfuhrer Reinhard Heydrich, for reasons that would not be revealed until after the war. Speaking of the "Blonde Beast", he was in attendance of this trial along with several high-ranking SS officers, such as Karl Wolff and Heinrich Himmler himself. But unlike most trials relating to Stauffenberg's coup attempt, this one was internationally broadcasted for the world to see. Even Allied journalists were permitted to personally view the trial. This decision caught even most Nazis off-guard, but there was a legitimate reason for it. Throughout the later stages of the war, knowledge of the Holocaust was beginning to leak across several parts of the world, and the German's massive butchering of Russians was no longer a secret. Himmler was afraid that this would be pressed against them when they lost the war. When it was discovered that SS-Gruppenfuhrer Arthur Nebe was in the anti-Hitler movement, it presented the Reichsfuhrer-SS an extraordinary opportunity. Nebe had a crucial role in the massacres on the Russian Front, as he was head of the Einsatzgruppe B. So he was not only charged with treason, but for genocide as well. Himmler, Heydrich, Goebbels and Hitler all agreed on these charges because it would potentially take the eternal burden of the extermination off their shoulders. The trial lasted for several days and the world was shocked at the crimes that Nebe was accused of. On April 25th, 1945, the final day for proceedings was in place. The masses ultimately stood up as Roland Freisler and his fellow judges walked inside the courtroom. An ominous feeling was in the air.

"Heil Hitler!", Freisler declared across the courtroom with the infamous salute.

"HEIL HITLER!", every other National Socialist replied. With the notable exception of the Allied journalists and Nebe himself, everyone gave the salute. This late in the war, the Nazis continued to perplex the international media. As Freisler began to sit down, so did the rest of the courtroom.

"Today is the final day of proceedings against former chief of the Kriminalpolizei, Arthur Nebe", Freisler read from the court document, "Charged for unspeakable treason and unprecedented genocide in our war in the East. Nebe, Arthur". At that moment, Nebe was escorted by the court's guards to where he stood in front of his desk, while the two guards sat beside him. Also notable was that Nebe had no tie or belt provided to him, meaning he had to hold his pants up while standing. While the Allied journalists did think that it was a little too demeaning, they could not deny that Nebe deserved it for "leading" such a genocide.

"You are fully aware of the evidence brought against you", Freisler began with a rant, "You personally participated in the extermination of millions of people, and even had the audacity to turn your back on the Fuhrer and accuse him of perpetrating this mass murder! Do you confess to having been involved both crimes?"

"Yes, I did help kill millions of Jews and Russians, and I was involved against Hitler", Nebe stated in a cold tone, "But extermination was always the goal of the Reich. Hitler was always advocating for the annihilation of the Jews, ever since Mein Kampf was released. Starting with the Nurnberg laws, he-".

"You dare pin this on him?!", Freisler shrieked, "You disrespectful hound! The Fuhrer did what was necessary for the Reich! Our honorary Nurnberg laws are just as legitimate as America's Jim Crow laws!"

"Has America ever deported its African citizens?", Nebe shouted, "Has the FBI ever personally conduct murder against several Negroes? Hitler's deliberate oblivious attitude has given absolute control Himmler and especially Heydrich. As a result, we killed more people in this era than Stalin has ever purged in his life".

"How, after all this time, do you STILL throw guilt on your superiors when you and you alone are guilty of leading this genocide?!", Freisler screamed.

"If I never acted against Hitler, I wouldn't even be here", Nebe cynically replied.

"SILENCE AT ONCE!", Freisler hollered, "You have done nothing but detriment the Reich! YOU WORTHLESS MAN! You don't even deserve to be compared to JEWS, much less be a considered a respectable GERMAN! Defendant may return to his seat!". Freisler had honestly worked himself out. He had never expressed that much anger in quite a while. Nebe was automatically returned to his seat, feeling quite smug.

"Any questions from the defense", Freisler calmly asked.

"No, President", Nebe's defense replied. They were deliberately set to be unreliable for defendants, especially in the case of Nebe.

"Does the Reichsfuhrer have anything to say?", Freisler respectfully asked. Even to the infamous judge, Himmler was not a man to be crossed with unless they had a death wish.

"Yes, thank you Judge-President", the icy SS-chief started, "It is utmost true that the Reich has done what it can to deny Jews of their rights in Germany. This is mainly justified revenge for the utter dominance the Jewish people had over international affairs until the Fuhrer came to power. There is a clear reason why America prospered after the Great War and almost every country in Europe has suffered. Like the Jews themselves, the United States has no definite identity, merely a combination of several European cultures. So America does not feel the effect of the Jews because it had no singular unity to begin with. Germany is the exact opposite, as the fatherland was always rich with German culture. So it's not difficult to see how the Jewish problem has affected us the most. The Americans always complained about our anti-Semitism, while across the sea, countless of African Americans are lynched just for wanting civil rights. And its even worse when the fact is that the Reich is more justified in stripping rights from the Jews than the Americans are when denying rights to the Negroes. And such similar reasons are why we conducted this war, to regain our righteous pride after what happened at Versailles. And our performance during the war reflects that we deserve that pride. But something must be confided. While it is true that we view the Jewish people as inferior to us, they are still humanoid, per say. Everyone is aware of how the Reich protects and adores animals. And the Jews are somewhat comparable in that regard, as well as the Bolsheviks. To massively exterminate them would be like giving mass euthanasia to millions of animals, which no German would be willing to tolerate. Is it a little demeaning to compare Jews to animals? Maybe, but not only do Americans view Negroes in a similar way but its far better than how Nebe regarded their lives. Rest assured, the Schultzstaffel condemns the actions of Arthur Nebe severely. Not just against the Jews and enemy soldiers, but also against the Fuhrer himself. We pray for forgiveness for all of Nebe's victims. We pray to the heavens to atone Germany for this sin!" The courtroom's reactions were varied. Almost every Nazi felt inspired after such a speech. Himmler was generally despised by several German officers, but this moment did seem to boost his popularity in their eyes. The sickly sadist's lies seemed to seduce the German spectators. The Allied journalists had a different reaction. They felt frightened that such a man could feel so cold and determined could exist. Some spectated that had Himmler been born in the American South, he'd make the Ku Klux Klan fear him. And a few even suspected that he was more involved in killing the Jews than he'd let on. And Nebe could only an expression of disgust and utter defeat. He'd knew he would be executed anyway, but how could Himmler of all people denounce him for participating in the Final Solution, when it was the Reichsfuhrer who organized it to begin with? Himmler looked around the courtroom with fire in his eyes. He was going to end it with a bang.

"SIEG!", Himmler chanted while presenting the notorious salute.

"HEIL!", every other Nazi replied with the same salute.

"SIEG!"

"HEIL!"

"SIEG!"

"HEIL!" The room exploded with cheers for the speech, with even Freisler himself smiling and clapping at the moment. The journalists feverishly took notes on this, as well as highlight it on their cameras. Eventually, the noise died down and the court could continue.

"Well, may the defendant give his last statement?", Freisler asked patiently. As Nebe stood in the dock, everyone looked at him as if they knew he was going to die.

"This has been a criminal proceeding from beginning to end. The hypocrisy has been astounding, even by Nazi standards. To the journalists from the Allied powers, I know dear well that I deserve to die for what I did. But I just want you all to look at the very people who accused me and think of who's far more responsible. And I hope you figure it out before its too late. To my old boss, Heinrich Himmler, you may smugly hand me over for Hitler to shoot me personally. But I can guarantee that in less than two years, the appalled people of the world will seize you from your delusions and have you hung like the rat you are. And that goes for everyone else who openly cooperated with him. I'll be burning in hell, but I won't be alone for long". He solemnly sat back down with all eyes on him. The journalists were lost for words, while the Germans looked at him with utter contempt. Freisler already had the sentence prepared so he stood up and soon everyone else followed.

"The People's Court", Freisler began, "finds the defendant Arthur Nebe guilty of treason and genocide against forms of life. Such crimes that could never be tolerated in the Reich. Therefore, the court hereby sentences him to death. He is stripped of his political offices and will die by the way the Reichsfuhrer sees fit. This court is now adjourned!" Himmler and his staff immediately started to depart, with Nebe quickly passed into the hands of SS guards. Journalists swarmed to speak with them but were abruptly turned away.

"The Reichsfuhrer will not be available for any interviews", Heydrich hastily explained to the press, "Herr Freisler can be spoken to at this time for any questions". With that, the SS team instantly rushed through the entrance to their respective cars. Himmler, Heydrich and Wolff all got into the same car, mainly to have a vital discussion while driving to the Fuhrerbunker.

"Heydrich", Himmler stated with anxiety, "Have all the purges been complete?". Throughout the war, Hitler and Himmler gave excessive power to Heydrich, so that security in and out of the Reich could be at its highest all the time. It was for this reason that French partisan activity dwindled significantly when Heydrich became Governor-General of Occupied France. Had he died because of the assassination attempt in 1942, resistance would have been far more detrimental to the Reich.

"Yes indeed", Heydrich confidently exclaimed, "Almost everyone who participated in the concentration camps were dealt with. Camp commandants were shot by their men and the other staff were relieved of duty. All doctors had to be shot. They knew too much. All camp prisoners that we could find were executed and then burned in a mass grave, as per Herr Blobel's instructions. Unfortunately, we had to bomb all the gas chambers priorly, so we used rifles to kill the rest of them. All those who were spared from the purge have either been sent into home, have already been captured by the Allies or will be arriving in the Fuhrerbunker as quick as possible". Rudolf Hoess, Hans Frank and Oskar Dirlewanger have all been captured by Allied forces by the time Nebe was sentenced.

"Reichsfuhrer", Wolff asked with concern, "Are you sure its right to have camp commandants shot because they followed our orders". Despite his involvement in the atrocities, Wolff was generally not as enthusiastic in overseeing the mass murder with his cohorts. But he did feel bad for those who were killed when they were only doing so out of loyalty.

"Trust me Wolff, it's doing them a favor", Himmler solemnly confided, "They would have no doubt be executed themselves after the war. And we would have had to think about their execution while we escaped via the submarines. They did provide grand services for the Reich, and are thus heroes. Heydrich, what is the fate of Canaris?"

"Glad you asked that, Reichsfuhrer", Heydrich smiled, "He's too dangerous to live. But instead of just shooting him, I set up a special operation that will ensure that both the old admiral is dead and the fat Reichsmarschall makes an ass out of himself. I personally phoned the Fuhrer myself and he said he agreed with the escape plan. But I also convinced him to write a particular telegram to Goering. If Goering succeeds in shooting Canaris himself, Hitler will forgive him for his "treason" and accept him back into the Nazi Party. Well, jokes on him, the Fuhrer will be already be in Trieste by the time fat old Hermann actually does the deed!" Himmler and Heydrich shared a sadistic laugh for several moments while Wolff looked at them uncomfortably.

...

"So, I am inviting you to come with me", Hitler spoke on the phone, "Because you are a true loyal German. I don't care what others say about you. You'd stay true to Nazi beliefs more than most could ever attempt. Could you arrive as possible, my dear Julius?" Despite Julius Streicher's notorious reputation, Hitler still respected his old friend for his diehard loyalty and share of core beliefs on the Jews. Streicher was even known as Jew-baiter #1.

"Absolutely, my Fuhrer!", Streicher replied from the other side of the phone. As soon as Hitler finished the conversation, his mistress, Eva Braun, entered into the room feeling so giddy to see the Fuhrer in such a mood.

"Adolf", Eva beamed, "I've talked with Frau Junge and she said that you were jubilant after the meeting you had the generals today. What happened to make you so ecstatic".

"Well, Eva", Hitler mildly spoke, "I got a message from Himmler when I was with the generals. The Reich still has two of our finest submarines in operation. And they are waiting in Trieste for our arrival. I realize that's futile to stay in Berlin and we'd be better off drowning at sea than being shot by Bolshevik goons. The German people will not accept the foreign occupation for long and will soon rise again!"

"So we're getting to irritate our enemies by escaping in style?"

"Hehehe, to "screw them over" is the more accurate term, Eva. I've already called all the people I want to come with me. Their service to the Reich and their loyalty to me is absolutely heartwarming. So its only respectful that I let them leave with me. I'm also bringing Mussolini with me, not just out of admiration but the man will be lynched by his own people if we don't get him out of Europe. He's being driven to the Berghof as we speak".

"Adolf, is it true that Albert won't be coming with us? We've gotten over issues in the past and he's practically your best friend! Can't you reconcile with him?"

"Speer betrayed me, honey. He did not carry out my 'scorched earth' orders. I call it cowardice. He thinks that he'll be accepted by the Allies and help aid Germany after the war. What a fool! The Western powers will stop at nothing to rape Germany once again and the Bolsheviks will bring the iron curtain over all of Europe! Speer's lost his touch and I bet he'll rat us out if we told him of our escape. Whatever happens to Speer after we leave is none of my concern anymore. Sauckel may be a more pitiful man, but at least he'll stay by my side till the end! We still have plenty of friends left, Eva. And we'll certainly make more company while traveling. Your tears are warranted, but you have to accept the facts".

"Alright, Adolf. You're the Fuhrer. You know what's best".

"Good. I'm glad you see it my way. By the way, since I will not be busy running the Reich, I suppose that we might as well bound ourselves together for life. Eva Braun, will you marry me at the Berghof and stay by my side forever?" As he said this, he pulled out a small black box with the words "Eva Braun" written in gold. He opened the box and inside was a sparkling black ring with the swastika on the center, with the phrase "Adolf Hitler - 1933" imprinted around it. On the side of the ring were the words "For my dearest Eva" engraved on the orders of the German dictator. Eva was overwhelmed with bliss and soon cried in her hands. Hitler was pleased by her reaction, as her love to him was genuinely appreciated by the usually cold Fuhrer.

"Yes, Adolf! I will you marry you! I shall never leave your side!" With that, the couple pulled themselves for a powerful embrace and they gave a long, warm kiss to each other. Hitler loved Eva, but he could never fully show it as he put the Reich as top priority. But now he had nothing to lose. They were continuing the romantic moment until they heard a abrupt knock on the door.

"My Fuhrer, its Herr Bormann", Gunsche shouted through the door. As Hitler's personal adjutant, he was responsible for protecting the Fuhrer from any danger. Though he tended to share this responsibility with Wilhelm Burgdorf and Heinz Linge, Gunsche was the one who regularly did the job.

"Ah, Bormann", Hitler plainly said, "Tell him to wait for a couple of seconds. Eva, please exit my office. I'll socialize more with you later". Eva solemnly nodded and headed for the door where Bormann and Gunshce were standing. The two men let Hitler's mistress pass by them so they could look at the Fuhrer himself.

"You may enter now, Martin", Hitler inclined. The Parteikanzlei chief felt anxious as he closed the door behind him. Bormann was Hitler's private secretary, and thus had the most influence over the deteriorating leader. If people wanted access to the Fuhrer, they had to go to Bormann first. And he had a significant impact on the Holocaust, giving written orders to people like Eichmann, in the name of Hitler. Also, he was primarily responsible for Goering's final downfall because he manipulated the unstable dictator into believing that Goering was trying to forcefully seize power. But now, Bormann felt that his power was now falling at the seams. Hitler was so jubilant at Himmler's idea that it scared Bormann. The conniving secretary had just recently gained the upper hand on the Reichsfuhrer-SS for Hitler's favor. Now Bormann was at risk of losing his power to Himmler. He needed to convince Hitler that escape was not the best route, despite that he himself advocated for leaving in the first place.

"My Fuhrer, there are better ways to make use of our time than escaping by sea", Bormann uneasily commenced, "We could always reimagine the Werwolf idea and set up a resistance in the Alps. We'd still be fighting for the fatherland while in a far safer place".

"I said once and I will say it again", Hitler impatiently interrupted, "Fighting in the Alpine Mountains is a waste of time! All it will do is delay the inevitable! I'd rather drown in one of our magnificent submarines than have us die isolated in uncomfortable mountains! And before you say anything, any other place in the world that is safe for us is easily accessible with the submarines. You are not a position to object, Bormann!" Hitler did not like his subordinates objecting to a plan once he was convinced of following.

"My Fuhrer, Himmler is not trustworthy", Bormann bitterly interjected, "He is just like Goering! He's doing this only for his own gain. He'd never stay loyal and will stab you in the back when you don't ex-".

"NONSENSE!", Hitler shouted as he stood up, "Don't you dare feed me this nonsense! Himmler is nothing like that incompetent bastard Goering! He's my loyal Heinrich! He did not botch up the war effort as much as Goering did. He doesn't indulge himself in morphine as much as Goering does. He doesn't live like a Roman emperor like Goering! AND HE CERTAINLY DOES NOT ACT LIKE A LAUGHABLE CLOWN THAT EMBARRASSES THE WHOLE REICH AS MUCH THAT UNGRATEFUL PIG THAT I ONCE KNOWN AS HERMANN GOERING! What the hell do you know about Himmler that I don't know? What accomplishments have you done on his level of genius? All you ever done is to tell me what you think I want to hear! Well, I'll tell you what I want to hear now! I want to know that my 'precious' Martin is having a brilliant time doing exactly what he likes! If you want to go to the Alps, you can go! If you wish for inevitable death by the Allies, you can go! If you wish to abandon your comrades, you may go! AND IF YOU WISH TO DESERT ADOLF HITLER PERSONALLY, THEN BY ALL MEANS, LIVE IN THE RESISTANCE IN THE VAIN HOPE THAT YOU WILL ACTUALLY SURVIVE! Is that what you want, Martin?!" By the time Hitler stopped, practically everyone in the Fuhrerbunker had heard his rant. And they certainly did not expect Martin Bormann to be on the receiving end of the verbal abuse. But Bormann himself was the most mortified. He never expected the Fuhrer to get this emotional about the subject. And the secretary had a feeling that he would regret ever talking to Hitler about it at all. Hitler was suddenly lost in a trance and began to talk to himself.

"Is this Morell all over again?", Hitler quietly contemplated, "What has Bormann actually done for me? He controlled certain affairs while I handled the war, but what more affairs are needed to be taken? Is he actually useful? Do I need him? Or I should drop some dead weight?" Bormann was absolutely petrified at what the Fuhrer was saying. Is Hitler actually going to dispose of him? After all that the secretary did in his career in the Reich. He felt his heart drop as he saw Hitler smile.

"I don't need you anymore", Hitler smiled darkly, "Martin Bormann, you are effectively dismissed of all your offices and honors. You have been wonderful for your runtime, but it ends here. Now get the hell out of my bunker!" Bormann was appalled by this declaration. He was finished. He no longer had a purpose. But he tried to reason with his old boss.

"M-my Fuhrer, surely we can talk about this-", Bormann chattered, until he saw his 'Fuhrer' pull out his Walther pistol. Hitler's hand was still shaking due to Parkinson's and drugs, but it still held the gun as tight as possible.

"You WILL leave, Martin", Hitler spat, "Or you can die on this floor!"

"If I may, my Fuhrer". Hitler and Bormann turned to see General Heinz Guderian at the doorway.

"Must I say that your decision to dispose of this degenerate is praiseworthy", Guderian spoke with satisfaction, "But may I suggest that you leave him here with the army when you leave for Trieste?" Hitler was pleased by Bormann's look of utter shock.

"Do with him as you please", Hitler decided. The instant he said that, the former Parteikanzlei chief was apprehended by SS men towards a room where he could held in protective custody. Bormann didn't make a single sound. He knew he was done for.

"Well my Fuhrer", Guderian added, "Are you ready to have that important conversation with the generals?" Hitler and Guderian had a history of arguing with each other over war choices. But in the end, the Fuhrer did respect the general for his grand service in the war.

"Yes, I will go now", Hitler mellowly replied.
Justiz in Nurnberg (Alternate History), part 2
Second part to my first alternate history.

Like last time, I will be taking a break from this alternate history because it took a WHILE to get this part finished. And I need a break in general, but I will stay as consistent as possible.

Peace out!
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While certain chaos was happening elsewhere in Honey Hive Colony, the main palace itself was rather blissful. Most of the main hornets have been already arrested and kept under high security in the dungeons. Despite popular opinion (and her own torture from a few of them), Queen Bea did not find it in her heart to execute any of them, nor put them on trial. Instead, the hornets were given indefinite prison sentences, and each one's time in custody would be based upon their individual crimes. She understood that hornets and bees were never exactly affectionate in terms of relations, but what Vespa's troops did to her hive was beyond anything that she could have possibly imagined. As a matter of fact, the yellow hornets in general acted in a manner that ultimately disturbing for her. But now was not the time to concern with those thoughts. She had to take care of her kingdom while stabilizing herself at the same time, since she had been through so much trauma. Today, Bea and Mellifer had no particular duties, so they had time to socialize in the palace's living room. Charmy didn't have much to do, so he was allowed to be present as well. The elder bee began to read the daily report.

"Well, overall hostility in our capital has reached an all-time low", Mellifer humbly began, "Foreign relations are at ease at the time being. We should be restore this colony's prosperity to its fullest glory within a short time. Onto the black market, the monetary rates seem to be...". He stopped slowly as he looked peculiarly at Charmy. The boy's head was tilted sideways as if he was completely lost. Mellifer, perplexed by this expression, tilted his head in response. Bea didn't know what to say, mainly being curious what her son was doing. Charmy's head kept tilting, so Mellifer did the same with increased impatience. Suddenly, Charmy collapsed on the floor with his eyes shut and completely still. The old bee was beyond flabbergasted at the display and was actually conflicted if the boy was dead or alive. He turned to get Bea's support, but she was too stunned to respond. Mellifer looked down at Charmy and hesitantly decided to poke him on the nose.

'It ought to provoke some response', Mellifer thought cautiously. He kept poking the boy's nose until...

"BOO!", Charmy jump-scared randomly with an enormous grin. Mellifer jumped back so far that he almost crashed into the wall. Bea, despite her best effort, could not resist giggling in a respective tone. The exchange was so innocent, yet in such a bizarre manner that her dignified mannerisms caved in temporarily to be in awe at the harmless spectacle. Mellifer, however, did not find it remotely funny.

"A-are you insane, Prince Charming?!", Mellifer spluttered irritably, "Ignoring the fact that such conduct by a royal is intolerable on several regal grounds, you can't just spook me like that. Not only is it abnormal (even for your age), but it could given me a hear...are you even listening to me?!" Charmy's eyes seemed to be drowsy just from him hearing Mellifer drone on. He meant no disrespect at all, but he had trouble keeping himself interested in what seemed to be his near-"polar opposite". But the senile bee's yelling at the end made him fully wake up.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Mellifer", Charmy sorrowfully pouted, "I just find these topics to be so dull. My buzzy brain can take anymore of this!" The prince had to go through plenty of lectures from Vector and Espio, but never had he met someone THIS traditional. Before Mellifer could feverishly retort, the monarch interjected.

"Mellifer, don't yell at Charmy", Bea softly reprimanded, "He's just a child. He can't grasp such topics at his age. If he ever gets tired afterwards, then he'll rest by my side. Right, sweetie?" With an affirmative nod, Charmy laid his head on his mother's lap. Mellifer eventually recollected himself for a few seconds and then was ready for other reports.

"For the sake of our time, it's best to move on to another subject", Mellifer spoke with a calm, but stern tone, "Since it has only been two weeks since our kingdom was liberated, our forces are still recovering from the traumatic invasion. And this makes any sort of rash decision, political and/or military, suicidal for our independence".

"I perfectly understand that our forces are still rather fragile and there is still room to slip up", Bea explained, "I will not make any rash decisions regarding our safety. Nor do I want revenge on the hornets whom invaded my kingdom. There will be an investigation on how they managed to succeed in the initial invasion, but no action is to be taken until the full truth is revealed. But let us not forget that we still do have a binding pact with the Socialist Union of Giant Hornets. Their military aid would be more than enough to make up for our current weakness".

"Are you sure Mandarin will even be able to assist us?!", Mellifer exclaimed, "His country is suffering from famine and plague. If they were in a condition to give aid, they would have easily prevented Vespa from invading. After 6 whole years, they still did not intervene because they were still in turmoil. And they have not contacted us now to find out what happened, so it could still be happening as we speak. Beatrice, it pains me to say this, but we must keep neutral if we want to survive. Nor can we aid anyone outside this kingdom for their independence. Our priority must be ourselves right now, my queen". While listening to what Mellifer was saying, Charmy noticed that his mother was a lot more frustrated than usual. In Bea's view, not even bothering to help others when in similar conditions to how they used to be was outright selfish, while Mellifer was indicating that this would preserve their image in the face of more formidable empires and they be guaranteed to remain independent. The tension was honestly starting to scare the boy.

"We will discuss this later, Mellifer", Bea ordered in a sharp tone, "To get a child involved in such a discussion would be wrong of me".

"Oh, that reminds me, your Majesty", Mellifer presented in a patronizing manner, "I have some gifts for the prince. Here are some educational supplies. Since he will be with the Chaotix most of the time, I'll entrust them to make sure this happens. I want Charmy to be educated as much as possible, so he should doing consistent work to become ready to be a prince".

"Prime Minister Mellifer", Bea spoke lividly, "This is not the time for-".

"Forgive me, Queen Beatrice", Mellifer defiantly proclaimed, "But I will not let YOUR son turn into a mirror of YOUR incompetent father!". Everything instantly fell silent. A nerve was touched with the young queen and now hell would be broken loose. But not without "motherly" precautions beforehand. Charmy was frozen in fear due to what could possibly happen next.

"Charmy, get out", Bea coldly stated, "I want you leave the room and do not come back in until we come out. And don't stand near the door, for your own sake. Now go, Prince Charming!" Charmy, overcome with grief, left the room in hurry and shut the door behind him. He had never seen his momma so angry in his life. Hoping that the drama wasn't genuine, the boy listened in through the closed door to check on what was happening. Big mistake.

"YOU STUCK-UP, UNCARING CURMUD-", he heard Bea shriek through the door. The little bee buzzed out before he heard the rest of the argument. Tears slid on his cheeks as he made his way to the palace's backyard. He flew to the nearest steps and looked the sky with despair. Would his family be torn apart after they just reunited? Some royal guards noticed his pain and offered some assistance.

"No, thank you", Charmy sobbed with the hardest restraints, "Just let me be. I need time alone". As he sobbed some more, the royal guards solemnly left him at the steps. The innocent bee wished that he can offer any assistance to help someone in need to give himself more self-reassurance. Unbeknownst to him, his wish would be granted sooner than he predicted. But that's for the next time.
Tropicop Exposed, Return of Dorsato: Part 3
First official short story to move the continuity forward. I based this off of what I most thought would work. I'm sorry that this was long delayed. I just had a really bad case of writer's block. And I needed to relax. But the stories will continue to remain as captivating as ever.

Charmy Bee (c) SEGA

Bea, Vespa, and Poyse (c) :icontoni-the-mink:

Everyone else (c) ArtisticCritic19

Peace out!
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Nappa: Vegeta, what does DeviantArt say about this user's pageviews?

Vegeta: IT'S .... 1,200. Pretty pitiful, because this user is officially on par with Raditz. And that's not the best achievement.

Raditz: I hate you all.
One thing I forgot to mention, I've discovered new concepts of characters while I was on vacation. Owls. And, not to spoil too much, but they'll play a significant role later on.
Death is truly a tragedy that never escapes any form of life, whether fictional or real. MCMXC2 has been a blessing user. And he will be remembered by all who interacted with him. Sorrow is unfortunate, but never inevitable.
Officially reached more than 1,000 pageviews. That's a new record for my account!
Sorry about the inactivity. I promise I'll give work as soon as I can. Just need to relax for a bit.
Similiojo by ArtisticCritic19
Similiojo
Good lord, this was an experience. At the urging of :iconsanjouin-dacapo:, I've actually drawn my first art piece. The topic chosen was a fan-character, and it was difficult to choose which one. I ended being down to Tropicop, Affim and Similiojo. I figured Similiojo would be the easiest to draw, so I chose him. I tried to draw him using dA muro, but it was a nightmare for me to do. It was far easier to do it traditionally.

In case some of you don't know, I created Similiojo (along with several others) to correlate with the continuity of "Honey Hive Heist", but now I'll use him for my own content. He is technically the main villain of the story, being majorly responsible for Vespa's invasion succeeding. His name is a play on the words of the Japanese Yellow Hornet and is based off of mainly Hideki Tojo (though there are also hints of Heinrich Himmler).

As a child, Similiojo was highly intelligent, but had a sickly physique. He received high marks in college, shortly before he applied to be King Crabro's secretary. Over the years, he rose higher in the ranks before becoming Prime Minister (or Vizier). But he only become head of the army over the Yellow Hornet Empire's victory over Honey Hive Colony in the war that preceded Vespa's occupation. Since Crabro's health and mental state has declined significantly, Similiojo has assumed most legitimate responsibilities in running the kingdom. While Prince Affim is gaining significant popularity amongst the populace, Similiojo still has real power because of his experience and Crabro's trust in him. He organized a deal with Vespa (after Crabro banished her) and Honey Hive was captured by Vespa's troops. Similiojo ordered the deaths of every high-ranking bee in the colony, including King Vinegar, Queen Beatrice, and Prime Minister Mellifer. But this didn't work out, as Vespa and Luctua each kept Bea and Mellifer alive during the occupation. The "proof" that Vespa has for Bea's "death" is the bee's wings and stinger, which are given to the vizier. The wings are on his wall in his private study, and the stinger is his favorite fountain pen. Afterwards, many other areas have been reduced to similar oppression by the orders of Similiojo.

Even amongst the jingoist yellow hornets, Similiojo is a radical nationalist. He is rather racist towards several races, but he views the bees with the most contempt. As the yellow hornets were originally in a feudal state ruled by barbarian lords, Similiojo blamed bees, particularly Honey Hive, for economic "suppression". And he thus aimed to evaluate the Yellow Hornets to dominate on Mobius, and reduce the bees to slavery. He has a genuine respect for Crabro, and would only take power in the wake of the king's death. In terms of particular bees, he wasn't too bothered by Dorsato's rule. The immature bee king had weakened Honey Hive's standing as a major power, so Similiojo was somewhat content with his reign. He was bothered by Mellifer's intelligence and skill, but the senile bee was susceptible to foreign pressure, so Similiojo didn't view him that much of a threat. But he loathed Bea, since she is far more competent than her father and is less politically-pusillanimous than Mellifer is. As for his view on other insects, he had a genuine fear and contempt towards the communist Giant Hornets (particularly Mandarin) and merely disregarded the wasps (paper wasps and yellow jackets). 

While he is not a sadist, Similiojo is almost completely amoral. He's perfectly willing to let countless of insects die to see his ambitions put to action. Even genocide is not a significant issue for him. But he can't withstand witnessing death. When Vinegar was butchered in front of him, he almost went ill when it was finally over. As a result, he prefers instant death than brutal execution. He's also not physically fit, being weaker than the average soldier. So he prefers to have Bicolitz and his henchmen do the killing and he sticks with his political role.

As the art itself, he has his signature glasses on his face. His mustache is rather thin, but averagely long. And yes, he is bald. He has barely any hair on his forehead. The green uniform he's wearing is what several of high-ranking yellow hornet generals usually wear. The symbol on his uniform (and boots) are the symbol of the Yellow Hornet Kingdom. And only him, Oreitel and Japonic have the honors of wearing the symbol.

Similiojo will most definitely play a significant role later on in my stories. Thank you all for your support. Feel free to comment at any time.

Some (hornet) design elements (c) :icontoni-the-mink:

Hideki Tojo: www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=h…

Heinrich Himmler: www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=h…

P.S., my signature is J.C.R.
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Good news, everyone! After looking through many fellow artists (plus some advice with :iconsanjouin-dacapo:), I've decided to do something special. As you can see, I'm a little burn-outed from making stories for the time being, so why not do something unique? I will do my very first piece of art! Now, this may not be released for a while. I'm not going to release something until I know its high-quality. That being said, I have several options that I can choose for this. I can't honestly choose myself, so I'm giving you all the opportunity to choose. I'll count all the comments (or at least if I get any) and I'll do the most requested piece. If I don't get any comments, I'll guess I'll choose the one that just sticks out to me. So, without further ado, here are the options for my first art piece. 

1. Justiz in Nurnberg Poster:

In case some of you aren't aware, "Justiz in Nurnberg" is my current alternate history. I already have a specific idea of how I'm going to design it. I just think the execution of it would be a little difficult to do. But I'd find a way. I won't spoil anything else about it, because I want to surprise you.

2. A picture of King Dedede and Queen Bea:

This one would be the most fun for me to draw. King Dedede is my favorite Kirby character, without hesitation. He's so much fun to watch in everything he's a part of, especially in the anime. Just saying, Ted Lewis is phenomenal as Dedede in the English dub. As for Bea, she's :icontoni-the-mink: 's fan-character, Charmy Bee's mother. And I love her as well, for how angelic she can be, yet she's so much more deep as a character. So, why have these two? Well, when I made the backstory for "Honey Hive Heist" (back when I was on good terms with Toni), I added that Dedede was one of Bea's suitors. Why did I do that? Because there is so much potential with a set up like this. Dedede is such a laughable buffoon, while Bea is usually so reserved. I can guarantee that this has real potential. This could be a great start.

3. Any one of my fan-characters:

Boy, this would sure be an eye-opener for me. I know what my characters look like, but I've never literally shown what they look like. But hey, if :icontoni-the-mink: can do it, so can I. For this section, comment me on the specific fan-character you'd like me to do. It's tough (especially for a beginner), but its not impossible. And if you don't have any options, look at my fanfics and you'll see good choices. I have a couple of favorites, but I won't spoil them here.

P.S. even though this may be my first time, I'm pretty sure I'll do better than kolinzuver13 does with his art. Trust me, that stuff just makes me shudder.
While Dorsato was highly dissatisfied with what happened to Honey Hive, another insect felt the exact opposite. In fact, he felt more satisfied with his career than ever before. Other than Honey Hive Palace, there were two other mansions that belonged to particular hornets during their oppression against the bees. One of them belonged to the notorious bureaucrat Luctua, who presided over the physical slave labor and personal rape of their queen. But the other mansion was more isolated from the regular towns of Honey Hive. It contained several hornet soldiers told to defend it at all costs. No one in or around the mansion heard what happened to the rest of Honey Hive. But the mansion itself was genuinely bizarre. Its decor was so tasteless that Vespa would be disgusted, yet it contained tons of priceless portraits and antiques. Some were from the owner himself, while others were either stolen from Honey Hive's museums or were Queen Bea's own belongings. Alone, sitting in the dining room table, was the landowner of this manor, Tropicop. He was quite the conceited politician, who knew little of foreign culture. He used to be Honey Hive's ambassador from the Yellow Hornet Kingdom, but was kicked out soon after Charmy was born. The reason for this was his incompetence while in office and his unbelievable narcissistic manner. He looked down on the bees for their "inferior" culture, while trying to brown-nose Bea to get more power. Its fair to say that no one liked him, especially those who worked close to him. But when Vespa invaded Honey Hive, he was given a special task. He would give the hornets a positive image while the occupation took place. In return, Tropicop was allowed to possess plenty of Bea's former property. Whats even worse is that he wears Vinegar's crown on occasion to feel even more pretentious about himself. Currently, he had the forsaken crown on his temple while his favorite music was being played on a record player. He was being served meals of his liking while servant bees acted as his footstools. He had a blast being full of himself.

"Don't I just look magnificent?", Tropicop said to himself vainly, "Hey, you there! Make sure my shoes shine with incredible splendor!" He was very pretentious when dealing with those he thought was inferior to him. While Bea believed that everyone should be treated fairly, Tropicop could care less about what happened to his subordinates. But he had no idea of what would be coming for him.

"Sir Tropicop!", a messenger burst into the dining hall, "I have very urgent news you have to know."

"Please", Tropicop casually scoffed, "Vespa could be knocked off her pedestal of the crown that once belonged to that anemic tramp and I wouldn't give a damn. I've got so much bet-".

"But she was!", the messenger exclaimed, "Queen Vespa has been overthrown! Beatrice has outwitted her and now the bees will take vengeance on us!" While the basic message was accurate, there happened to be a miscommunication in the intelligence services. As a result, the messenger translated it as Bea finally overcoming Vespa and purposely taking revenge among the hornets. Tropicop, knowing his relationship with Bea was nothing short of rotten, started to shake in fear. But he would not freak out right away.

"Y-you're kidding me right?!", Tropicop asked in denial, "Bea can't outsmart someone like Luctua! I doubt she's that bright, considering her lack of experience. I must know for sure. Hand me the phone. Get Hortzell on the line". Hortzell was one of the hornets' brightest intelligence officers. He handled the communications within Honey Hive, and to and from foreign locations, while the hornets in power. But Tropicop's problems would be so easily solved.

"Hortzell", Tropicop anxiously stated on the telephone, "Its me, Sir Tropicop. This whole story about the bees overthrowing Queen Vespa is false, right?! That fragile Beatrice is still locked up with no way out?!"

"No, its entirely true", Hortzell replied in a surprising mellow manner, "The bees had taken over several of our military bases. They have access to all of our weaponry. It's astonishing that I'm even having this conversation with you, as they have disabled several communications within Honey Hive. That means its impossible to relate the news to Chief Bicolitz. Hold on, I just received the hourly report". He was always peculiar for how calm he would be, even in situations like this. He was a very valuable catch for Honey Hive Colony because of his special knowledge. Hortzell opened the report to read the contents to the telephone.

"Their soldiers are in close proximity to where I am located", Hortzell continued mellowly, "I am bound to be caught in short time. I've also glanced through your history and it shows that you are despised in their community. If they found out the true extents of your actions, you're guaranteed to be lynched out on the streets. And they have put strict control on their borders, so you can't merely fly or drive over to another country. Oh, is it true that there is possessions and intel back at the main hive that you must collect?"

"Its essential that I get that intel!", Tropicop frantically replied, "Not only I want that particular possessions that Vespa kept me from taking, but the vizier will have me murdered if I let those bees take the intel before I do! And how do I get out of here then?!" He has getting desperate to save his own head.

"There is one way you can successfully escape", Hortzell stated monotonously, "There is a international rail network you can take. Right now, the security there is jumbled because there are plenty of bees that have been displaced during the whole operation. That means you have a strong chance of catching the train without reservation. Your possessions will loaded on a cargo train, with your car on a flatbed. Once your ride reaches the Yellow Hornet Kingdom, you'll be safe from any extradition demand Honey Hive may impose. But no hornet is lawfully permitted to leave Honey Hive, as we are all considered war criminals. And you'll have to get your files from the palace so they don't find out who they were meant for. I do suggest that you leave before Beatrice sees you first".

"You think I'd let her see me?!", Tropicop scowled through his teeth, "She's the one person I can't allow to hear of me! You aware of our relationship years ago? She must not know what I've done! OR SHE'LL HANG ME HERSELF BEFORE HER SUBJECTS DO!" He then grabbed the phone and slammed it on its case with a loud thud. His advisors looked on with worry. The situation was certainly dire for not only their positions, but their own lives. Tropicop was sitting there with a distraught face near the phone, before he finally decided to stand up and face his subordinates.

"We have to get out of here", Tropicop spoke with a grim tone, "If we stay in this mansion, we will be butchered by the servants. Grab the most valuable possessions, start the car and hide me behind the front seats. I can't be in plain sight within the car's main compartment". As he was saying this, his advisors looked at him anxiously and were unsure what to do. Then they heard a disturbing pitch of buzzing behind him. Tropicop's bee servants heard everything and they were not willing to put up with him anymore. They started to step slowly in unison towards the bureaucratic hornets.

"Did any of you hear what I just said?!", Tropicop snapped viciously, "We have to leave, NOW!" At that moment, the hornets scattered away from their former slaves. The bees then rushed in a immense swarm, chanting for the blood of Tropicop. He had now been considered a loathsome pariah. As per their lord's instruction, his weak-willed henchmen grabbed his most valuable possessions and purposely made obstacles to slow the bees down. They then, using mediocre artifacts, broke the largest window in the front of the mansion. They rushed to Tropicop's private cul-de-sac, where his car was parked. It was a sleek, black "Rolls-Royce Phantom III", with the vain hornet's own signature on the fenders. They opened up the trunk, tightly-packed all of Tropicop's "belongings", and they entered in through the front. Tropicop hid behind the front seats, while his subordinates sat in the main compartment. The bees rushed outside to see their former masters escaping, and they lunged at the car.

"FLOOR IT!", Tropicop screamed desperately. The car, despite its age, picked up speed rather quickly and managed to flee from the impeding bees. It drove down Tropicop's personal road, before intercepting onto the main highway.

"Damn it!", one of the rebels yelped, "We almost had him!". They had wanted to get revenge on their ex-superiors for years, ever since their enslavement.

"Ah, don't worry about it", a senior bee scoffed, "They won't be able to escape this colony. And we'll go to the palace and catch him like the dog he is. Who's with me?!" All the other bees were unanimous in their approval, chanting so loud that they could be heard from miles away. And in truth, Tropicop would not escape so easily. But there would be so much more later on, for this bizarre day was just beginning.
Tropicop Exposed, Return of Dorsato: Part 2
First official short story to move the continuity forward. I based this off of what I most thought would work. And there's going to much more stuff later on, but I will NOT spoil it. As for the alternate history, since I worked so long on the first part, I'm going take a break from that to complete this. Trust me, this is easier to complete than an entire alternate history.

Charmy Bee (c) SEGA

Bea, Vespa, and Poyse (c) Toni-the-Mink

Everyone else (c) ArtisticCritic19

Peace out!
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Disclaimer: I'll be willing to accept any constructive criticism, as long as its not flaming. 

Queen Bea (c) :icontoni-the-mink:

Guess it'd be best to look back at old times. And it will show that my imagination is still strong after all this time. Long ago, I heard the theme from Kirby's TV show. No, I'm not talking about the 4Kids version. That one practically resembles everything wrong with 4Kids. I'm talking about the Japanese theme from the show: "Hoshi no Kaabii". It sounds so eloquent, yet is so passionate that it makes you question 4Kids' credibility. But enough with that rant. Why am I bringing up this theme? Well, because I believe that it fits one of my favorite fan characters, Queen Bea. In case some of you may not be aware of what I'm talking about, let me explain. Years ago, I was strolling around DeviantArt in case there was anything interesting. I soon came across a chapter of "Honey Hive Heist". I didn't know much about Sonic FCs back then, but that chapter did interest me so I decided to go further. And since then, I was officially hooked on it. And, even after all this time, I'd still like to thank :icontoni-the-mink: for making it. I did have considerable influence over the remake, and I'm proud of it. As I said in the past, I don't care whether or not our relations get mended. I am sorry, but I'm perfectly fine if it stays how it is. I'm not going to beg for anything. And I'll be doing my own content. 

But why focus on that negativity? Let's focus on the topic at hand. Queen Bea is Toni's FC, the mother of Charmy Bee and Monarch of Honey Hive Colony. To check more details on her, I'd suggest looking at either the original version or the remake of "Honey Hive Heist". Either one is fine. I like her because she has genuine potential as a character. In some ways, she's angelic but she still is human (well, if Mobians can apply to the term "human" Confused ). But anyways, I noticed that this theme matches many of the traits that Bea has. And I do adore her that much, so I decided to do this homage to her.

Here's the theme itself:


and here's a picture of Queen Bea herself:

Queen Bea by Toni-the-Mink

Queen Bea of the Stars!

And I'm going to let your imagination do the rest. Let this ring as a special momentum for the past and the future. No matter what happens, things will turn up for the better. I thank you all for your support! And I hope to produce great content in the future (which, by the way, she'll be appearing in almost every future project relating to Sonic) and I'll certainly make myself a career.

Peace out to everyone!
Boy, am I starting to find myself in similar situations. I'm sure plenty of you are aware of the skirmish I had with sanjouin-dacapo and the fallout I had with :icontoni-the-mink: (which our connections lasted for several months). Well, I'd say I've come across a similar situation. I've only been with "Mama-recall" and "Help-the-Hacked" for about a month now, and I feel like I already can't take it anymore. I already announced my resignation from "Help-the-Hacked" and I cut off ties with "Mama-recall". I shouldn't have to argue with cyberbullies all day. I won't go into specifics, but just know that Sanjouin's bitter criticism towards me was absolutely tame compared to what I've put up with recently. I think I've finally got it. In all seriousness, Toni, Sanjouin, understand that I now know what you mean. I will not ask to be forgiven. Its your choice if either of you two want to unblock me or not. But just know that I now have a better understanding of what you meant. I'd happily accept ANY advice from Sanjouin, because at least its insightful. And Toni, if I were to be given another chance, I will not be as constant with comments as I was before. I have my own work to complete. I'll honestly only give ideas if asked. In addition to my alternate histories (and maybe reviews), I'll do my version of the "Honey Hive Heist" sequel and the short stories circulating around it (even if Toni makes a version herself). But I'm always open to any suggestions of collaboration or advice in general. I am officially a writer and I'm not dependent on anyone. But I still would like to make amends, if it is possible. I will be content, either way. 

Have a nice evening, fellow users.
I just came with a curious idea. I'll make an alternate history OF my alternate history. A bit confused, allow me to explain. After I'm finished with "Justiz in Nurnberg" project (which will not be soon), I've been thinking that I give my next project that starts the same, but has a dramatic shift to it. To sum it up, the next alternate history will be if Hitler successfully escaped via the submarines. So much original potential is here. With this one, I'll certainly be a lot less limited (but still checking on plausibility) in how I can make things. Unlike the current alternate history, this is I plan to be a series, with respective episodes (and maybe seasons if I'm really creative). And there are several points that I would to empathize with this, so that it can brought to the spotlight:

1. Drama with the characters:

This is a crucial point that may separate this from other projects, not just by me but stories in general. Some of the most infamous historical figures will actually be seen as fascinating characters. Now granted, this does not make their past actions any less severe (especially for Himmler). But at least they'd at least be relatable humans. And the best way to accomplish this is through drama. Through getting the character's personalities right, effective drama can be made to create really powerful scenes. I haven't gotten everything figured out, but I can promise that the drama will be powerful and give voice to the series.

2. Social/Race Issues and Relevance:

This one is obviously a given, considering that we're talking about the characters that'll be in it and the era it will be in. This will explore our characters through PLENTY of topics like racism, colonialism, just to name a few. It could result in a lot of fascinating scenarios, making high-quality episodes. Some can be light-hearted, while others can be rather dark. I'm not too sure how long this will run, due to some factors, but I'm aiming to go far with this. Don't expect anything from the 90's, but it is fair to expect for this to go the 50s and 60s. And if there STILL is potential, I might (not a promise) to carry it to the 70s and 80s. It's completely unpredictable right now.

and 3. Comedy:

This is by far the most controversial topic here. And before I am bombarded with hate comments of how insensitive it would be, hear me out. I'm not talking about the "stupid" kind of funny. Having all characters act like a fool is really amateurish and would be a detriment to the other elements. Trust me, I've seen "Heil Honey, I'm Home" and I still get shudders from how abysmal it was, not just as a comedy, but also in how it portrayed the historical figures it chose. Every historical character in this will be portrayed to the characteristics they possessed historically. And no, the comedy will not stand by itself. The drama and the social satire will play just as, if not more of, significant in this. Though some episodes can feature only comedy, but done so sparingly, As for the comedy itself, its far less ridiculous than some would believe. Its mainly through some particular character interactions, witty remarks, dark humor, some slapstick and clever jokes. I take my work seriously, people. I'll give further clarity on this if asked about it in the comments.

Thank you all for your time. I understand that this is a VERY risky move on my part. There is a lot that can be taken the wrong way. But, I'm that's willing to take risks to create a brilliant career as a writer and give you all great content. Be sure to comment on this if you want to express something. And I will NOT be focusing on this until "Justiz in Nurnberg" is done, which won't be for a while. Hope I gave a great performance.

Peace out!
2 weeks have passed since Honey Hive was liberated with the assistance of Team Chaotix. Vector and Espio have already left by now and Charmy was due to return to them in a week. Him and Bea were making the best of their time, though. Everything seemed to be at ease. Vespa and her subordinates were imprisoned and Honey Hive was starting to repair itself. Peace seemed to at a momentum. But, unbeknownst to many of them, this day would end up absolutely bizarre, in more ways than one.

On the outer border of Honey Hive were a series of mountains. The biggest of them was Mount Coleo, named after a famous beetle explorer. They weren't the tallest of mountains on Mobius but they did emit a splendorous shine on Honey Hive every day because of their unique location to where the sun rises. However, there is another reason why the mountains hold much purpose. For 8 years, it has held a special estate, one made specifically to house a disgraced royal. It seemed to be a comfortable little hut, but to him, it felt like a prison. Once almost always beaming with a jubilant grin, now once in a blue moon does he ever smile. His name was Dorsato, former king of Honey Hive. He was incompetent as a ruler and neglected the colony to be underdeveloped. But the citizens REALLY started to loathe him when the war broke out. So much was he blamed that he was forced to leave the place he called home for all his life. He didn't really want to be king at all, and his performance reflected that.

But if there was anything that burdened him more than anything else, it was his concern for his daughter, Bea. She had been his only child, a little angel that he protected. He wanted to give her everything, to give her whatever she desired. While she was a generous child, her father spoiled her rotten. After the death of his wife, Queen Apida, he only grew more and more protective of his princess. When the war ended, he was separated from her. She would be the only one permitted to visit him in his estate. And even then, it was only monthly. He had been removed from all his previous thrills and forced to live a simpler life. He HATED it with a passion. And his caretakers were constantly irritated. But the worst part about the wait was when he heard of Honey Hive's invasion. It tore him up inside. He should have been there for them. He should have stayed behind to fight with his people. And he should have been there to protect his daughter!

He never heard anything else about it after that. He sometimes wished that he'd just die in his bed and be away from his monotonous existence. But if he were to die, how would he help Bea if there was any chance that she would be still alive. The estate was left alone for the entire duration of the occupation, but by now, Dorsato seemed to have almost lost all hope. He'll probably never see anyone outside again. He'll never have his freedom. So, on this particular morning, he decided to just lay in his bed and stay there for the rest of the day. His former energy seemed to have disappeared.

The caretakers have increasingly felt sorry for the tall bee. They tried to get him out of bed with coaxing.

"Come on, sir", one of them begged, "You can't just stay in bed all day. How about you have breakfast?".

"Probably just the same bagels", Dorsato replied coldly with an indifferent face, "Like I'm too 'dangerous' to have anything too special".

"Well, how about we go outside", another one coaxed, "You always like the weather".

"But you always give me boundaries for me to abide by", Dorsato spat darkly, "I'm old and I don't have much to live for anyways. If I break my hip while flying, just let me die". He clearly was not going to cooperate and just fell in his bed with his eyes shut. The caretakers have given up for the time being and left him there. Suddenly, a messenger knocked the estate's door with important news. He said it was about Honey Hive, so the caretakers decided that maybe Dorsato should get to read first, since he was having a rough day. But they would regret that later on. They head to the table that's directly near Dorsato's bed and they leave the documents without looking through it themselves.

As soon as they left, Dorsato opened his eyes and saw the documents on the table with some of his old curiosity. He wasn't that intelligent, but he could read eloquent language. He sat up groggily, put on his morning spectacles (since his vision was never the best when he wakes up) and read through the news. He first had a dull look on his face when reading through the extras, for he was not in the mood to laugh at the "funnies" today. But then, his expression changed to appear to be stunned as he read though. "Honey Hive Colony liberated!" was the headline of the news. He read more just to see if this wasn't a trick, and he found about the basic details. His daughter was still alive and now is currently back on the throne with his grandson as her heir. Dorsato gave a big, genuine smile as he went further. He was feeling too jubilant to speak at the moment. This was the best news he received in years. But as he read further, his smile started to weaken. He read on about Mellifer's return and how he got "special" treatment compared to the rest of Honey Hive. Dorsato never really liked Mellifer, as they frequently argued in the past about the kooky king's rule. Soon, his mouth went agape with horror as he went deeper. Bea had been isolated in a cell for 6 years, she was scarred by torture, her wings and stinger were completely gashed off, and she was sexually VIOLATED! If being separated from her tore him up, this lacerated him inside. He felt it was criminal of him to leave her by herself. He wanted to cry so much. Yet, he instantly found the names of the top perpetrators of this abuse: Vespa, Luctua, and Poyse. What really angered him was that all they officially received were sentences in jail. He was appalled. Yellow Hornets, who have killed his brother 8 years ago, have assaulted his little girl and all they got was a slap on the wrist! He couldn't muster any words, though his face turned into a dark face full of rage. He could NOT let this slide.

"They will die", Dorsato finally managed to muster. He had quickly thought of what he was going to do and went to find weapons. The goosie bee sneaked into the basement and found several of them in an old closet. He grabbed a reliable axe and a dense sledgehammer and then rushed off to carry out his plan. But Dorsato was so enraged by the news that he didn't care about "slipping" away from the estate. He was going to avenge his daughter and his people no matter what. The insane royal swung the sledgehammer with incredible force and broke down the whole wall open. He was now exposed to the outside and he LOVED it. After the debris crumbled down, he quickly flew off in the air like a mad man. The caretakers hear the commotion and rush outside to stop him.

"Wait, sir!", the superintendent shouted, "Its not safe out there! Come back!" They stood there in shock as Dorsato flew in the distance.

"He's not coming back, sir", one of his assistants sorrowfully stated, "And if he doesn't kill himself, the people'll kill them". They knew that Dorsato was hated and that he put himself in grave danger by leaving. But, they couldn't do anything about it. Their communications have been hindered by the hornets, so it would take much longer to repair them. They turned around and went to fix the damages. Dorsato was on his own.
Tropicop Exposed, Return of Dorsato: Part 1
First official short story to move the continuity forward. I based this off of what I most thought would work. And there's going to much more stuff later on, but I will NOT spoil it. As for the alternate history, I do suggest comments so that I can update it (Because I'm pretty sure there could be too much defendants). But, I'll work with whatever I have if it can't be done otherwise.

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(crucial scenes from World War II and the Third Reich are screened as the quotes are read audibly as a voiceover over the scenes)

"While National Socialism brought about a new version and formulation of European culture, Bolshevism is the declaration of war by Jewish-led international subhumans against culture itself. It is not only anti-bourgeois, it is anti-cultural. It means, in the final consequence, the absolute destruction of all economic, social, state, cultural, and civilizing advances made by western civilization for the benefit of a rootless and nomadic international clique of conspirators, who have found their representation in Jewry".
-Joseph Goebbels

"If the Jew ever got a chance to take revenge on us, what do you think would happen to your wives and daughters, to your brides? How this diabolical hatred would wreak vengeance upon the German people? No! Those who refuse to fight will die in other ways".
-Hermann Goering

"One basic principle must be the absolute rule for the S.S. men. We must be honest, decent, loyal, and comradely to members of our own blood and nobody else. What happens to a Russian and a Czech does not interest me in the least. What the nations can offer in the way of good blood of our type we will take, if necessary by kidnapping their children and raising them here with us. Whether nations live in prosperity or starve to death interests me only in so far as we need them as slaves for our culture: otherwise it is of no interest to me. Whether ten thousand Russian females fall down from exhaustion while digging an anti-tank ditch interests me only in so far as the anti-tank ditch for Germany is finished. We shall never be tough and heartless where it is not necessary, that is clear. We, Germans, who are the only people in the world who have a decent attitude towards animals, will also assume a decent attitude towards these human animals. But it is a crime against our blood to worry about them and give them ideals, thus causing our sons and grandsons to have a more difficult time with them. When somebody comes up to me and says: 'I cannot dig the anti-tank ditch with women and children, it is inhuman, for it would kill them,' then I have to say: 'You are the murderer of your own blood, because if the anti-tank ditch is not dug German soldiers will die, and they are the sons of German mothers. They are our own blood....' Our concern, our duty, is our people and our blood. We can be indifferent to everything else. I wish the S.S. to adopt this attitude towards the problem of all foreign, non-Germanic peoples, especially Russians...."
-Heinrich Himmler

"In the course of my life I have very often been a prophet, and have usually been ridiculed for it. During the time of my struggle for power it was in the first instance only the Jewish race that received my prophecies with laughter when I said that I would one day take over the leadership of the State, and with it that of the whole nation, and that I would then among other things settle the Jewish problem. Their laughter was uproarious, but I think that for some time now they have been laughing on the other side of their face. Today I will once more be a prophet: if the international Jewish financiers in and outside Europe should succeed in plunging the nations once more into a world war, then the result will not be the Bolshevizing of the earth, and thus the victory of Jewry, but the annihilation of the Jewish race in Europe!"
-Adolf Hitler

JUSTIZ IN NURNBERG:

April 25th, 1945: The situation in Berlin had gotten more dire than it had in months. Well-equipped German defenses were trying their best, but everyone knew that they would not last for long against the bloodthirsty Soviets. In the Fuhrerbunker, multiple German officers were arguing about what they could do to spare Germany from Soviet hands.

"Perhaps maybe the Western Allies can see past our ways and aid us against the Russians", Kurt Zeitzler, Hitler's old Chief of Staff, stated, "I sense that plenty of their politicians are anti-communist and they MUST know about Stalin's crimes. Whatever we did is harmless in comparison". While he was dismissed from his old post, Hitler still kept him in close contact, especially as the Russians grew closer.

"Zeitzler, the Russians would still overwhelm Europe", current Chief of Staff Han Krebs replied, "Despite their massive losses, the Soviets still outnumber German, British, and American soldiers put together. It would be a suicide mission for every decent country on Europe!". Krebs was very experienced about the Russians and their military strength. He even spoke excellent Russian.

"The Western Allies are more prepped for fighting the Soviets than you may believe", SS officer Walter Schellenberg interjected, "According to the recent intelligence feed, Churchill plans to invade Soviet-occupied territories with efficient surprise attacks. If we convince the Allies to let us partake in this invasion, National Socialism can stay alive yet".

"Such a proposal is absurd", Hermann Fegelein, Himmler's SS liaison officer, blurted bluntly, "Goering tried to in the past, but they'd never listened. The Allies will never accept our help as long as Hitler is alive. Besides, Operation Unthinkable is doomed to fail".

"This is all getting us nowhere", famous Field Marshal Erwin Rommel projected, "If we want an end to the war, we must make peace on both fronts. That includes the Russians and the Western Allies. We cannot prolong our fight on the Eastern Front any longer!"

"The Russians will never accept peace with us!", OKW chief Wilhelm Keitel objected, "We've caused too much bloodshed against them for them to EVER forgive us. We've killed so much of them that I wouldn't be surprised if we were charged with genocide!"

"Its too late to disregard genocide on our shoulders", Fegelein plainly spoke, "And if its not against the Russians, it'll be definitely be against the Jews".

"We already got rid of the European Jew, Fegelein", Field Marshal Walther von Reichenau protested, "The Allies should be thanking us. We practically eradicated the Jews off of Europe and killed a good portion of the Bolsheviks. We did humanity a favor!"

"We've done a disservice to Germany and humanity", Field Marshal Gerd von Rundstedt yelled, "Imagine if the old Kaiser and the officers before us witnessed what we have done on the Eastern Front. We're all condemned men and we deserve it!"

"The war situation is brutal, but the political one isn't as dire", Chief of Operations Alfred Jodl spoke, "The fight on the Western Front has been as civil as we could have possibly kept it. If we just convince the Allies that the Wehrmacht is innocent of war crimes and that the Fuhrer is not mentally well, the SS alone could face prosecution after the war and Germany could be spared. Its risky but it could work".

"Oh, so you plan to throw us under the bus?", Fegelein snided at Jodl's hypocrisy, "The SS is not solely responsible for crimes committed against the Russians or even the Jews! Plenty of you all have committed crimes and you know it, not just me or Himmler. And the Fuhrer will not be spared, I can promise you that. This whole effort was all his fault".

"Don't you dare pin blame solely on the Fuhrer", Propaganda Minister Dr. Joseph Goebbels hollered, "This total war was a national effort! This war is to preserve the dignity of the German people, because I promise you that Germany will be ravaged mercilessly if we stand down! We should not be ashamed of the actions that we committed in this fight! If the Allies want to have the Fuhrer shot, they'd have to shoot every single German on this continent! THAT'S how united we are as a Reich!"

"You're the reason why millions of Germans are dead right no-", Rundstedt protested.

"We cannot abandon the Fuhrer by himself against the All-", Krebs objected.

"We can't abandon morality, either", Rommel projected. By now, all German officers in the room, plus Goebbels, were bickering at each other and it could be heard throughout the entire Fuhrerbunker. In the midst of the shouting, the door opened and there stood Adolf Hitler himself. Prematurely aging, hands stricken with Parkinson's and a mind affected by harmful substances, the Fuhrer was a hideous shell of his former-shelf. And while he continued to lead the war as vigorously as he could, the last events prior to this day proved to be disheartening. Three days prior, he discovered that General Felix Steiner disobeyed his order to defend Berlin, leaving the capital of Germany defenseless against the Soviets. After a particular scathing rant to his generals, he admitted the war was lost and said he would stay in Berlin. The Fuhrer was contemplating about the future when taking a walk around the bunker when he heard the generals discussing amongst each other. He had heard every single point that was made and he was livid about it. Peace offerings, genocide, SABOTAGE?! No one in the room noticed him because they were still bickering. At last, Hitler finally made himself heard.

"SILENCE!", Hitler bellowed with tremendous force. Everyone in the room all looked at their Fuhrer and realized what they have just done.

"HEIL HITLER!", the majority of them saluted to the fuming dictator. He did not return it back because he was so pissed at all of them. A couple of minutes passed by until the German leader felt like it was right to speak.

"Well, gentlemen of the Third Reich", Hitler began ominously, "Its become quite clear that plenty of us possess "feelings" about the war right now. Will we ever win it by ourselves at this point? Absolutely not. But....let me address the points that were discussed. 1. Its uncertain about the possibility of a conditional peace. I would have made peace years ago! But Franklin Roosevelt wanted nothing but unconditional peace. And I will NEVER let Germany be subjected to ANY more suffering by the victors! ESPECIALLY NOT TO THE SOVIETS! But, if I am given a choice for conditional peace, I'll take it instantly. But it is unlikely that it'll be the case. 2. I have mixed feelings on whether working with the West against the East will work. Churchill will never accept our aid! Besides, the American and British forces were inferior to our strength and numbers and WE had troubles with the Soviets, so they alone would be decimated by the Russians. We HAD a chance to unite against the Bolsheviks and develop a final peace in Europe, but now its too late. Operation Unthinkable would only lead to every single country on Europe being invaded by the Soviets and Bolshevism would be supreme. It would be the end of civilization. 3. The Jewish question has been, and still is, no longer an issue for the German Reich. I will not go into specifics, as I am not aware of them, but the Jews have been gone for years now!" Hitler did not go into details about it and most of the generals were too frightened to speak up. Hitler had overworked himself and Bormann offered him a chair, which the Fuhrer took with gratitude. Everyone else started to look at each other, as if they were doomed to die.

Suddenly, Otto Gunsche, Hitler's personal adjutant, came rushing in with a telegram for the Fuhrerbunker. Everyone was anticipating what was the information this time, since so much was happening in the Reich. Arthur Nebe was on trial, Ernst-Robert Grawitz killed himself and his entire family with a grenade, Albert Speer left the Fuhrer in tears after he confessed his defiance to the "scorched earth" order and Hermann Goering was finally stripped of all his positions after he attempted to seize power. So this news could have been about anything.

"A message from Reichsfuhrer-SS Himmler, my Fuhrer", Gunsche began, "It says it is must be read urgently".

"Gunsche, would you be so kind to read it for me", Hitler droned with lethargy, "I've lost the energy to read currently". But he was just as curious to hear what Himmler wrote for him. Gunsche opened the letter with scissors, pulled out the letter in its entirety and began to read.

Mein Fuhrer,
 I write this to give you vital information that will ensure your interest. I'm still in Berlin, currently being in the People's Court. This is Nebe's last day on trial and he will be handed down his sentence. I have, with me, almost the entirety of the main SS leadership with me, because Nebe's conviction is vital to the German Reich. But I have special news that will actually ensure our survival. Karl Wolff told me that there is still a successful means of escape from Europe. The railroads leading to the Adriatic Sea through Northern Italy are still open for usage. And I am aware that the Fuhrersonderzug (Hitler's special train for private transportation) is still functional for operation. My Fuhrer, I beg you once more to leave Berlin. No Allied forces are near the Berghof. And if the Western Allies don't accept conditional peace once we're out of Berlin, then we can board the Fuhrersonderzug to Trieste and then escape from Allied-occupied Europe via the Adriatic Sea. Remember the Type X Submarines, the Reich's largest submarines. There are 2 of them that are still functional: U-219 and U-234. I talked with Admiral Donitz and he agreed with me on an extraordinary opportunity. If these submarines were big enough to carry cargo like uranium, it could perhaps fit many people inside. We successfully evade capture and hide in any place on the globe. There are certain risks that even the Russians wouldn't take to find us. The German people will rebel against the Allied control in due time. And when it happens, we'll return and establish the glorious Fourth Reich back on German soil. In the case that the Allies' navy finds our submarines while we escape, it would be far more dignified to drown within our U-boats, rather than give ourselves up like the cowards in 1918 Versailles. Among those that should go, you are allowed to bring whoever you want. I will of course escape with you, along with my top SS comrades. Most of the Wehrmacht High Command would probably wish to stay so it would be best to let them. I'm sure the Allies would be much preferred to deal with Rommel than they would with me. Its advised that you leave that corrupt bastard Goering here as well. Considering his disastrous decisions during the war, his arrogance when showing himself off, his plundering of the German economy, his unhealthy dependence on morphine, and his general lack of competence, he would be an embarrassment to the Reich's future. Besides, he'd be a decent sacrifice for the Allies to vent their vengeance at while we're at sea. And as for Hess, it would be advised to disregard him entirely. He's lost his mind and he probably wouldn't even remember any of us, not even you. Can you make a new testament that ensures the success of the Reich by dropping dead weight and evaluate rising fresh stars? Please telephone me to explain your thoughts to me. If you agree with the proposal, I'll meet you in the Fuhrerbunker after Nebe's sentence is handed down and we'll settle for more arrangements. I will serve you faithfully wherever we go.

Sincerely,

The Loyal Heinrich,

Reichsfuhrer-SS Himmler.

P.S. Heil Hitler!


The entire room was stunned as Gunsche finished reading the message. Many of them didn't know how to react. Some believed that such an action would be dishonorable to the German people, others believed that the plan was completely ludicrous and was bound to fail, and the rest believed that the proposal was audacious enough to work. But no one dared to voice their opinion without the Fuhrer's thoughts being heard first.

Hitler was silent for several seconds, processing what he just heard. He was so deep in thought that his hand stopped shaking. He had already realized that the war was lost and that the Western Allies would most likely never reconcile with him. Then he contemplated the possibilities that he'll be caught before they make it into the submarines. Would his special train be enough to guard against any Allied airstrike or ambush? Would it be better to drown out at sea or just to blow his brains out with a pistol? Then he understood all of the advantages that he had ignored for too long. The Berghof was far less likely to be raided than his current bunker. His train had not been damaged by any enemy assaults. And just the idea of being able to escape in a submarine and exploring the globe for a sanctuary until its appropriate to return to the Fatherland. He was so jubilant at the thought of this idea that his former lethargic state appeared to have evaporated at the moment. He knew keeping Himmler as Reichsfuhrer-SS was a great idea, even in the face of Heydrich's spectacular accomplishments. Hitler was still silent, until he finally found the right words to say.

"Himmler", Hitler started emotionally with tears in his eyes, "My extraordinary Himmler! The truest of the true. You are one of the most ingenious Germans in the Reich! Goering, a corrupt swine who was only useful for early growth of my power. Speer, a pathetic man who's intelligence was vital for armaments. Hess, a sad lunatic who depended on the Reich to give himself a purpose. Everyone in the Reich has some skill below their pitiful hides! But most are not on the level of Himmler. I'm honestly surprised he doesn't have a hemorrhage from such brilliance. We'd get to slip under the Allies' noses and flee to anywhere in the world! The German people have hope yet!" Many were surprised to see the Fuhrer this emotional when he was usually so lethargic. This sentiment is almost unanimously shared because many in the room despised Himmler. Martin Bormann especially felt disturbed by Himmler's message and Hitler's reaction. Bormann feels that his influence over the Fuhrer may be threatened, and that Himmler may become Hitler's new favorite. True, Hitler rejected Himmler's former proposal of escaping to the Alpines to fight the rest of the war. But evading capture via submarine was so fascinating for the Fuhrer that he couldn't reject it. After several minutes of silence, Hitler finally calmed down, his hand started to shake again and spoke his thoughts as professional as possible.

"This plan certainly has a lot of potential", he spoke with a warm tone, "And since this war has grown so dire, its no longer impossible to rule out audacious operations. And this is perhaps the most audacious plan I've ever heard of. Obviously, more arrangements must be made though. As big as these submarines are, they cannot contain the entire German political and military staff. No guarantees have been made yet, but I will contact the people I think should come with us out to sea. I will contact Himmler in short time and he'll bring Nebe here personally. We don't know where he'll be executed, but I actually want to see that rat finished with my own eyes! As soon as those arrangements are made, our expedition team will first head to the Berghof to finalize the plans. If the Allies refuse our offers one last time, then we are to board the Fuhrersonderzug to Trieste and our submarines will be waiting for us. I'm telling you all, this may just be our trump card!" After the speech, he rose from his seat, finally gave a salute and started to walk out the door, with his legs moving less stiff than usual. But there was one other person in the room who could not let his opinion be ignored.

"My Fuhrer", Rommel asked abruptly, "May you hold an important conference with the Wehrmacht High Command after you're finished with the phone calls? We must discuss....things, urgently". Hitler turned to him with glossy eyes. While he felt jubilant, the Fuhrer's health was still terrible.

"Yes, Rommel", Hitler spoke in a low tone, "We definitely have a lot to talk about". He then continued to walk back to his quarters, with his guards saluting him as he strode by. He closed the door and sat on his bed to keep processing what he heard just a few minutes ago.

"So many lives were lost", he reflected out loud, "but it was all for the greater good of the German people. As well as for civilized humanity". Hitler turned on his radio to listen to Richard Wagner's (his favorite composer) "Rienzi Ouvertune". The usually cold dictator developed a warm smile, with tears in his eyes, at the combination of the magnificence of the music and the "brilliance" of Himmler's plan. He may not get his glorious empire of German-dominated Europe, but at least he could live in peace for the rest of his life, whether in Germany, a hidden global location, or in a submarine. He rested on his bed for a decently long nap before setting everything into motion. But things would get more bizarre for the international world later on.
Justiz in Nurnberg (Alternate History), part 1
FINALLY, after so long! Trust me, crafting this was far harder than it looks. Despite my knowledge, I had to go deep into certain aspects to check on their plausibility. I'll be open for any comments. And I'll accept CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. I think it'll be fascinating.

I can safely that this is my best work yet, my magnum opus. Though due to the amount of time devoted to THIS part, I'm going to take a break from it for a while. Besides, I still have "Tropicop Exposed, Return of Dorsato" to work on, and that will be far easier to complete. I'll be relaxing before I head back to work. Until then, I hope that you all enjoy this read!

Peace out!
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Today has been a surprising, but blissful day for me. I have seemed to reconcile with those whom I have wronged in the past and its nice to move along in the future. However, it still is a reminder to be respectful about such. Instead of asking people to showcase your ideas, write/create them yourselves. I have crafted not only my own stories, but even my own alternate history. And I can only go so much more. People make tons of mistakes, but anybody has the chance to make up for those mistakes. My days of being a mere follower are long dead. My time as a unique writer has only started to flourish. And I am thankful to all those who inspired me. 

:iconsanjouin-dacapo: I'd like to thank you for molding me into being more sensible. You were right. Things takes time to heal. And I respect that you like to say your mind. And rest assured, my ideas will stay exclusively to me. I will be much more preoccupied with my own work than to ever be obsessive. I learned a lot of important lessons for me to stay for the rest of my life.

:icontoni-the-mink: I appreciate that you forgive me for my past actions. I'll admit that I was rather foolish and inconsiderate back then. And you, more than anybody else, inspired me to create my own work. I felt that the time was necessary for wounds to heal, but I'm not all too certain that they have completely. That's why I haven't immediately made a comment to you or faved your latest picture of Queen Bea. I don't want to make the impression that I am just a fanboy or that I am an attention hog. I want to be as respectful as possible. And I'll only 'watch' and make only a few comments on deviations when you feel that I am ready for such. My ideas stay with me unless you ask for them. I will make no demands whatsoever. You make your own work and I'll make my own. I will always respect everyone's opinions, including yours. I am a changed person, and will stay independent. Thank you for your inspiration, and, whatever is decided, you can expect me to stay off your page comments section for a very long time.

Thank you all for your time. And I hope that a bright future is in store for this site. Have a great night, everyone.

By the way, I know I already said this, but this is one of my favorite soundtracks in any animated media. And it is rather fitting to play it while reading this. Only a suggestion though.


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