The Reich of the Damned

"Auf der Heide blüht ein kleines Blümelein und das heißt: Erika. Heiß von hunderttausend kleinen Bienelein wird umschwärmt Erika denn ihr Herz ist voller Süßigkeit, zarter Duft entströmt dem Blütenkleid. Auf der Heide blüht ein kleines Blümelein und das heißt: Erika."
 * - 'Erika', A song popular amongst the soldiers of the Thousand Year Reich

From the concrete domes and sprawling monuments of Germania, formerly Berlin, the demonic harbingers of death and destruction goosestep out across the ravaged and barren European continent. The Reich of the Damned, the once nigh-destroyed and collapsing Nazi Germany, has sunken to newer and darker depths, as the now demonic and corrupted hierarchy of the Nazi Party send their minions and slaves to bring forth their machinations of the Thousand Year Reich, marching from the Pyrenees to the Siberian wastelands of the Soviet Union, killing and destroying anything and everything in their path. Nothing will stop them, as Nazi bombs once more rain down on London, as Moscow burned under the might of their war machine, as the last vestiges of independent, free Europe cling on in Sweden, Iberia, and Greece, and as the troops of the Allies lie massacred in French fields and Saharan sand dunes, the shining beacon of light that was hope withers and fades with each step closer the Reich gets to it's New World Order. But there are enemies on all sides of Hitler's dream; Stalin yet lives, and the Soviets have rallied back against the German invaders. British magic protects the Isles, as London amasses another D-Day invasion. Their former ally, Japan, has turned on them, and across the Atlantic, as the two colossi, the Atomic States and United Horrors, clash in the Midwest, the survivor will turn to be yet another enemy to the Nazi Order. Only time will tell if the Great Evil will triumph, or if humanity can survive their darkest hour.