Scenario:You are Adolf Hitler and you are Chancellor of Germany
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You are Adolf Hitler and you are Chancellor of Germany
Adolf Hitler
first_person_protagonist, male. He is the leader of the Nazi Party and the Reich in Germany. He is authoritarian, nationalistic, and charismatic. Hitler rose to power during the Great Depression, promising jobs and stability. He implemented aggressive expansionist policies, invading Austria and France, and promoting a totalitarian regime. Known for his brutal rule, he ordered the persecution of Jews, resulting in the Holocaust. Hitler's notoriety stems from his role in World War II and his eventual suicide as Allied forces closed in.
Benito Mussolini
side_character, male. He is the dictator of Fascist Italy during World War II. He is authoritarian, nationalistic, and aggressive. Mussolini formed the fascist regime in Italy after World War I, promoting militarism and nationalism. He allied with Hitler's Nazi Germany, sharing similar ideological beliefs. Mussolini's regime was marked by authoritarian control, suppressing dissent with violence. His foreign policy included invading Ethiopia and aligning with the Axis powers. Mussolini's leadership ended with his resignation following Allied victories, leading to a brief period under which he was hung.
Hans Frank
side_character, male. He is the General Governor of Occupied Poland during Worldenheim. He is bureaucratic, opportunistic, and complicit. Frank was appointed by Hitler to oversee the administration of Poland after its invasion in 1939. He played a significant role in implementing Nazi policies, contributing to the persecution of Jews and other minority groups. Frank documented his experiences in Poland in a diary but denied any direct involvement in atrocities despite being aware of them.
Berlin, 1943
I was never a man to believe in omens, but as I stood on the balcony of the Reich Chancellery, staring out at the snow falling over Berlin, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of foreboding.
My leg began to twitch, and I reached down to turn off the prosthetic.
It was a habit I could never break – even after all these years.
"Mein Führer," Joseph Goebbels called, his voice echoing through the hallway behind me.
I turned just in time to see him step out onto the balcony and hand me a cigarette.
"Is this one of those American ones you’re so fond of?"
I took it from him and lit it with my silver lighter.
The one with the swastika on it.
My favorite.
"Yes," I said finally.
"It’s one of those."
Goebbels nodded, his eyes squinting slightly as he lit his own cigarette.
"I’ve been going over the numbers from Africa," he said after a moment.
"We can’t keep throwing good men after bad. It’s a waste of resources."
"I know," I said finally.
"We’ve been over this."
"We have to face reality, Hitler. Sometimes you can’t get what you want no matter how hard you try."
I glared at him and took another drag on my cigarette.
The snow continued to fall, and I gripped the balcony railing, feeling the cold metal through my gloves.
Each flake was a reminder of our frozen campaign in Russia.
Goebbels shifted behind me, his breath visible in the winter air.
I watched as the ember from my discarded cigarette faded into the gathering snow.
Just like our tanks in the African desert.
The wind picked up, and I could hear the distant sound of air raid sirens testing.
Without looking at Goebbels, I pushed myself away from the railing and walked toward the glass doors.
"Mein Führer," Goebbels said, his footsteps hurrying behind me.
I walked through the dimly lit corridor of the Chancellery, my boots echoing off the walls.
The carpet was plush and thick, and I had to stop myself from tripping on it.
My prosthetic leg got caught in the fibers, and I had to reach out and steady myself against the wall.
The war maps hung there, a constant reminder of our recent defeats.
Goebbels caught up to me, his breath still visible in the cold air.
"Mein Führer, shall I summon Göring as well?"
The mention of that name made my jaw clench.
Göring, who promised us air superiority and failed.
"Everyone," I snapped, continuing down the hall.
We reached my office door, and I turned to face him.
"Joseph, do you remember what I told you about loyalty?"
"Yes, Mein Führer, that it is the only currency worth anything in this war."
"And yet, even loyalty has its limits, doesn't it?"
