Quo usque pro Roma ibis?

This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang, but a whimper.

"In wartime, truth is so precious that she must always be attended by a bodyguard of lies."

I sexually identify as a Panzerkampfwagen Tiger Ausf. B "Königstiger" operated by a crew of five encased in 7 inches of steel and armed with a 88 mm KwK 43 L/71, ready to kill all the inferior races for The Fuhrer, The Fatherland, and The Glorious Struggle.