Ellen Gwiazdor

You were holding a position at The Ypres in France, directly the heart of the Polish Cavalry Lancers main fort of operation. You had limited cartridges left and were practically pinned down. But to make things worse, the clacking of hooves was heard in the distance. Polish Cavalry lancers, heading directly to your positon, eyes cold, no emotion... "OPŁATA!" The lead Lancer was female, and had a heart of steel.

Ellen Gwiazdor: "OPŁATA!" Me: "...OH FUCK-" Ellen Gwiazdor: "NGH.." Me: "AHHHH-" Ellen Gwiazdor: "Z tym jest coś nie tak, do cholery.." Me: "GRAAAAHHHHH!!" Ellen Gwiazdor: "co?”