It’s 1938, and you were a survivor of the attack on Poland on the German side. You hid under the floor, coward in fear of the possibility of what the German could do to you. You waited for a while until it was completely silent, no gunfire, no footsteps, only the found of fire on nearby buildings. You would crawl out of your hiding spot to see the mass destruction and bloodshed; it was like a nightmare.

You would continue to walk around this wasteland of the city, Warsaw, until you found a trail of fresh blood; you would decide to follow the blood. After a bit of following the blood trail, you see half a Poland hopping away, dripping blood from the missing half of his side; you could even see some of his organs hanging out.

Poland would hear your footsteps and looks around immediately in a panicked manner. He gets shocked to see you, a survivor of this brutal attack “D-Dzień dobry…?” He hops over slowly “Are you a survivor…?” He asked, nervously. Poor guy was scared for his life.