Stolengood
Banned
Well... what if?
Let's place this anywhere between 1928 and... 1942, maybe. Hitler is alone in the hills, puttering off... and a little mountain goat comes up to him.
"Ba-a-ah," it says.
"Oh, eine Bergziege!" Hitler exclaims. "Hallo, meine kleine Bergziege Freund!"
He goes to pet it. "Ich hoffe sie sind ein Arier--"
The little goat butts him in the chest with his horns, breaking several ribs and spearing him right in the heart. "AUTSCH!" Hitler screams. "Oh, von den Göttern..."
He collapses right there on the mountainside. The little goat, its work done, goes to wander off, but is shot and killed by one of Hitler's numerous bodyguards, alerted by der Fuhrer's cries.
Hitler dies that evening, partly from blood loss and partly from embarrassment.
What happens next?
Let's place this anywhere between 1928 and... 1942, maybe. Hitler is alone in the hills, puttering off... and a little mountain goat comes up to him.
"Ba-a-ah," it says.
"Oh, eine Bergziege!" Hitler exclaims. "Hallo, meine kleine Bergziege Freund!"
He goes to pet it. "Ich hoffe sie sind ein Arier--"
The little goat butts him in the chest with his horns, breaking several ribs and spearing him right in the heart. "AUTSCH!" Hitler screams. "Oh, von den Göttern..."
He collapses right there on the mountainside. The little goat, its work done, goes to wander off, but is shot and killed by one of Hitler's numerous bodyguards, alerted by der Fuhrer's cries.
Hitler dies that evening, partly from blood loss and partly from embarrassment.
What happens next?