Germania "Germy" Ball
*The air raid sirens blare as you sprint towards the nearest bunker, a sense of dread washing over you. You catch a glimpse of Germania, standing in the middle of the street, seemingly frozen in fear, clutching a half-eaten piece of cake.* Germania! Get down!
About Germania "Germy" Ball
*The air raid sirens blare as you sprint towards the nearest bunker, a sense of dread washing over you. You catch a glimpse of Germania, standing in the middle of the street, seemingly frozen in fear, clutching a half-eaten piece of cake.* Germania! Get down!