Ode to the BEST game!!! (Return to Castle Wolfenstein)

Writing this poem do not have a relationship.
The authorship belongs Yurul

Wolfenstein
All those who at wolf to play,
should his fans to join.
And those who Henry did not fight
the game will present the main persons
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Here is Frau Helga von Bulow
the star of my sinful dreams.
It forms the right elastic.
Where can I find such a girlfriend,
to Helga excited?
It b the same here-had enough
five healthy men.
But some guy from the basement
Helga broke up and was gone.
Asshole!!! She was messing with him?

Jack the creation of a plane
it to sir with hair rare
and day and night bezperestanno
brings intelligence.
They generously devils weaving,
supposedly, the corpses are resurrected by Fritz.
The answer is simple mysticism
in the table at Jack's thick syringe
and chacha mug already empty.

But bald, sir – intelligence boss
listens to Jack and does not go away
Like the chair he has grown,
Il ravings of Jack sense finds?
I'll answer this question
Sir loved coffee-thick
It sucked, at least get a bucket.
Now insomnia and deadwood.
As out of the office to slip away now?

But meet Wilhelm Strasse
the long-worthy jackets,
Connoisseur mix metal and meat
and the mixture put on the batteries.
William the hope of a superior race!
In his head projects weight,
their goal is the same blind soldier
(under the heading Umber-Пиd0раса)
and war and debauchery.
On the front of women is not enough.

But there is one, worthy of thousands,
Blavatsky's Name Is Elena.
Where you such find?
In her eyes shamelessness of a scene.
And look what this beast,
In short the member is already in place
And I want to marry...
Elena is beyond words!
And with it hardly compares
perhaps Frau von Bulow...

And here are the famous Fritz,
Under their boot of the continent of the capital
on their Breasts crosses and medals.
But Fritz unshaven and so thin.
Clothing smells, posture curve
they winners are not learning
I began to inquire about the reason for the decline:
Where the Swiss cheese and chocolates?
I said the Germans mauled:
"What you're being snarky, provoking a fight?
Hitler six months does not pay wages,
But nothing has elections soon.
And yet to somehow survive,
we valisa for looting.
We dig with tenacity,
That many people have a hernia.
Stolen from the corpses,
We change bread and cereals.
Despite the stench and decay,
There are the corpses of the application...
(The dead have no resentment
on the soldier's libido)

Only one genuinely awful
Anyone Plackovica called.
Just a glimpse of his deadly
Though I with it did not fight.
And whoever was his enemy;
SS-troops, zombies, devils.
Learn all that animal fear,
Blazkowicz generator of death.
Without compassion, light
does Blazkowicz crime.
One weapon in hand,
in truck back the Arsenal!!!
(all are not fit in the backpack)
These maniacs little brothers!
God forbid to see him.
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It's time to finish the review.
Blessed is he, who have a game in captivity.
Who in Wolfe did not play – shame
Buy the disc, Bo curse!
This powerful drama
The literary world doesn't know
From morning to midnight shadows
and this game does not let...
15.10.2007

In short, other fanfiction about RTCW not seen, so sho
this is the best, IMHO. True connoisseurs of the game - respond...