Urbanus

I grew up in a mountain alone in Norway in 1892. I wandered down in an age of 18. My journey took me over the sea to Germany. I took on the name Max Immelmann.

On the outbreak of World War 1 I fought for Germany as a pilot and I was soon famous and feared by the Allied forces.

I shot down a large number of planes, but as the war soon was ending with the loss of Germany I faked my own death.

I went underground as a street performer juggling flaming swords. Many years had passed, but soon world war 2 came around. I sided with the Germans once again, seeing as they were far superior to the tea drinking cunts.

I fought on the East Front with other Norwegian Front Fighters. It was cold and hard, but I was the record holding survivor with 45 consecutive days of survival in the ruins of Stalingrad.

On my hands I had the blood of 1000 Russians. I also raped Vasily Zaytsev once, but left him alive crying.

Germany lost once again, but I continued to live on in the woods of Norway as a wood Troll. My days consisted of trolling tourists.

Many laughs were had and zero friends were made.

and then I was phone.