In a world where a super secret serum was created (probably in a Nazi basement somewhere), a world where a serum brewed to perfection would change the course of the war for Germany.....
On the Easter Front, a large group of Soviet Soldiers prepare to propel yet another Nazi assault.
A woman shivers as she digs through a wooden crate, the frost biting at her fingers.
"Jerkov," she yells, "where did you put the barbed wire?"
"Up your ass." A large Russian man says as he burps and stumbles, dropping his bottle of vodka.
"Pisov," he says, "look what you made me do! You owe me a new one."
"Shut the fuck up and get me that.....what the hell is that?"
Pisov points her finger into the blizzard that had set upon the hapless soldiers.
"Uhh, it's called snow," Jerkov says.
In the distance, a lone figure can be seen sprinting towards them.
"Enemy soldier!" Pisov yells.
They all scramble and rush to grab their guns, bricks, and even a dick or two. The gunfire and crappy artillery pieces nearly bursting Pisov's eardrum as she fires relentlessly.
Despite the immense amount of shooting, the lone soldier keeps running forward. Even the closest of grenades and artillery explosions don't seem to harm him. Are they too drunk to shoot properly, or is he just really lucky?
As the smoke and blasted up dirt obscures their vision, they all prepare for anything. One idiot runs off into the smoke screaming "For the Motherland!"
The rest shuffle uncomfortably as he does not come back or answer their calls.
From somewhere off to the side, a loud crack emanates, followed by cry of pain and even a belch or two.
Pisov throws Jerkov behind some supply crates as the screams of their allies ring through the air. The lone figure comes up over the hill, standing proudly. His red uniform covered in specks of snow, dirt, and blood. A swastika placed squarely on the man's chest, his muscles supreme compared to any living man. His short mustache....
"By God," Pisov said, "it's the Fuhrernator!"
The one and only recipient of the super serum hears the hushed whisper of terror. Giving them a shooting glance, he dashes towards them. Pisov fires off the whole magazine, the projectiles bouncing off of the man's chest. Hitler smirks and leaps at them, at the same time Jerkov breaks a bottle.
The drunk Russian rushes in, shanking the Fuhrernator; who only laughs and pops Jerkov's head with his bare hands!
Screaming in terror, Pisov throws the gun at Hitler and it bounces off uselessly. As he walks towards her she flashes her boobs in a last ditch effort. After smirking and giving them a squeeze, the Fuhrernator skull fucks her eye socket with his tongue. As she screams in pain he rips her heart out and eats it for his lunch.
With the Russian forces decimated....The Fuhrernator sprints off to find his next batch of foes.