Tote bei ,,Totennacht”

16 März, 1919

Reichskanzler Maksim Rheinhardt - Died instantly, gunshot wound to the back of the head

Freikorpsführer Rolf von Wittelsbach - Died instantly, bomb planted on the road

Staffelkapitän Gustav Meyer - Died in captivity of ,,Roter,, due to his wounds

Frau Maria von Wittelsbach - Died instantly, bomb planted on the road

Graf Heinrich von Scheer - Died bleeding out, attempts at revival failed

Graf Klaus Wilhelm von Münchner - Died burning, car was rigged to catch fire

Kaiser Gustav von Hohenzimmern - Died burning, car was rigged to catch fire

Kaiserin Luna von Hohenzimmern - Died burning, car was rigged to catch fire

General-Brigadier Eugen Beyer - Survived the night, before getting taken out on the 17th

General-Major Manfred Halsspanger - Died in the hospital on the 17th due to his wounds

“I have made a grave mistake”, Noske began as the leadership funneled in. Four seats remained empty.

“We can tell you made one, else all of these seats would be dusty instead of just four”, Hoogduynen scolded.

Happening

Gustav von Hohenzimmern sat in the back of the very luxurious car. He stared at the dozing Von Munchnet whilst idly stroking his sleeping wife’s hair. She shifted, making a soft noise as she did so. The Kaiser smiled a little, feeling happy with what his life had come to. ‘Now only if my daughter and her husband were here’, he thought. His head leaned back against the seat, the driver turned a little roughly, causing Luna to stir out of sleep.

The driver suddenly opened his corresponding door. “Burn in the flames of socialism, you royalist scum!” He screamed before jumping out of the car. Just seconds later, it went up in flames.

Maksim Rheinhardt sat alone in the lounge of the station, waiting for Von Hohenzimmern and his company to arrive. The door opened, yet he could not see it. Maksim kept glaring at his newspaper, sipping on some coffee. It was not royal company he was to receive, but socialist company. “Your blood shall be an example to the red of socialism!” The former driver yelled again. A gunshot rang through the empty lounge, as the dead body of the former chancellor fell to the ground.

Beyer and Halsspanger heard a commotion from across the grand train station in Berlin. They went to investigate, Lugers drawn. After just a little search, they quickly located the red terrorism. One shot, then another. One shot hit Halsspanger in the chest, the other hit the terrorist in the head.

Meyer stood, leaning over the balcony of his grand estate. A door opened, yet he was alone. He turned around, only to be met with two socialists charging at him. They threw him over the balcony with embarrassingly little force. Meyer hit the ground with a loud thud. Two more socialists came up, dragging him to a car. In said car, he breathed his last breath.

Heinrich von Scheer sat quietly at the small table, waiting for his significant other to arrive. Instead, he got met with a socialist and a gun. Four shots in the chest. A few guards heard the commotion and came running up, shooting the socialist and attempting CPR, but to no avail.

The two Von Wittelsbachs sat in their oh-so-luxurious car, driving home from another grand party. The driver pulled into the driveway of their estate; their daughter Rosa already standing outside proudly to greet them. Yet, something was on the road, and the driver saw it too late.

Rosa watched in horror as her parent’s limbs—among others—flew through the air. A bouquet of bloodied flowers landed at her feet.

Eugen Beyer read the news in terror. There he sat, in front of his favorite café, before a bullet shoved itself in his cranium.