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#86/68 STRIKES BACK
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READ THE LAST COMIC
FOR PART ONE OF THIS TWO PART STORY!
An alarm buzzes, pouring the
sickening color of blood all over the place. Hitler,
resting above Stalin on a bunk bed hidden deep within the
Nazi fortress, awakes first.
WHAT IS ZEE MEANING OF ZEE ALARM?
Stalin is most displeased at the rude
awakening. Still
irritated over being given the bottom bunk, he’s less
than interested in a petty security breach.
GET BACK IN BED HITLER, IT IS STILL EARLY!
A door bursts open, and from the
shadows lurches the hulking silhouette of an American
football player. Light
from a nearby window splashes just enough of a gleam to
illuminate the two numbers that rest upon his rock-hard
chest. They are the numbers 86/68.
YOUR DAY HAS COME!
Suddenly in a flash of light, reality
comes into focus for Hitler.
The world is washed out and burning his eyes, but
it is reality and not a dream. Hitler had a lot on his mind.
The war wasn’t going his way, and a certain star
football player still haunted his dreams.
WHY MUST YOU TORTURE ME?
It has been a month since American
hero #86/68 disappeared.
His whereabouts have been in constant dispute since
his initial kidnapping. It seems Stalin made a great mistake trusting Hitler.
It seems Hitler made a grave mistake trusting
Stalin. As
both sides fought over the battered hero, he rose up and
tackled the divided opposition and disappeared into the
darkness.
BAM! POW! KER-PLUNK!
Hitler would have gladly forgotten
about the hero, except now someone was taking out
Nazi bases throughout Europe.
No one really knew who it was, but everyone
believed it was #86/68.
The German people knew his number and they
associated it with death.
Back at the White House…
You’re sure? You’re
certain? WELL
MAKE DAMN SURE! No,
don’t send in your boys.
I’ve got a better group in mind.
A call from Military Intelligence has
given the President the best news he’s had since the
epic American victory over the Soviets at the Superpowers
Super Bowl. It
was only a month earlier, but for a stressed President,
that is an eternity.
This is the President! Get me #86/68’s team!
In the War Room of the Pentagon, the
brave but reluctant heroes gather.
The room is filled with most intelligent minds in
the world of warfare – generals and other assorted
military archetypes.
We’re prepared to do whatever it takes to get #86/68
back.
That’s just the kind of talk the
folks gathered in this room wanted to hear.
Times were tough, and American morale was running
thin.
We want you to test an experimental new device.
The results could be catastrophic, but they could
also save the world from Nazism and Communism altogether.
Are you prepared to make the ultimate sacrifice?
A foolish question to ask a bunch of
all American football players…
You can count on us, general!
Tensions between Russia and
Germany heated up and so these great titans were once
again fighting each other.
Russia was falling into the role of a reluctant
helper to the Allies.
But Stalin’s treachery and involvement with the
#86/68 kidnapping had strained relations for what could
easily be decades – a virtual wall of cold to loom over
relations like a Russian winter.
The only satisfaction Stalin got was from Hitler having to fight a war on two fronts.
Stalin hated Hitler more than ever now, as he
blamed him for the Soviet’s reduced role in the war.
I WILL CRUSH YOU HITLER!
Meanwhile, back in a top secret
laboratory beneath our nation’s capital…
Golly, what’s all this equipment for?
What do you have in mind for us?
The rather cold and indifferent
scientist that had escorted the boys into the lab would
rather not have answered their questions, but for the sake
of speeding matters up he indulged them.
We’re going to send you back in time.
Once there, it will be your duty to knock Hitler
and Stalin out of the game for good.
That means unnecessary roughness, and lots of it!
The experimental time machine was
ready, and the boys were the test subjects.
As the scientist brought the machine online,
countless lights flashed on and off while a cacophony of
beeps and blips sputtered about rhythmically.
Then it happened…
WILL OUR BOYS BE SUCCESSFUL? WILL THEY WIN THE DAY? FIND OUT IN THE ALTERNATE REALITY
CONCLUSION!
The war between Germany and Russia
pushed deep into the heart of Stalin’s homeland.
The clouds of a great winter watched over the
country as both a sacred defender, and a merciless jailer.
Hitler himself led the charge into
the motherland, planning revenge against his nemesis
Stalin. The
Nazi offense stormed through the Soviet defense!
 
THUD! CRASH! TACKLE!
Then the ultimate showdown was at
hand…
Well, well, well. You
are defeated Stalin!
Stalin, sensing the end of his days,
gathered the sum total of his fury and prepared to unleash
it.
Today will be the end of Germany and of you, Hitler!
Suddenly, out of the backdrop of
chaos – a veritable smudge on a canvas painted with
blood – came a figure of pure courage and intensity.
IT WAS #86/68, ALIVE AND READY FOR THE TACKLE!
His opposition is stunned!
IT CAN’T BE! NOOO!!!
#86/68, comrade! We
are most grateful to see you!
#86/68 sees through the lies!
I SEE THROUGH YOUR LIES, STALIN! Prepare to be sidelined!
#86/68 HAS SAVED THE DAY, WINNING WORLD WAR II FOR AMERICA!
A congratulatory phone call is in
order!
On behalf of America and the free world, good work #86/68!
You’re work on and off the field is a beacon of
light for us all to follow!
#86/68 is overjoyed that the long
ordeal is over, and that he can get back to the country
and game he loves most dearly.
I just want to get back home to my team!
The President is momentarily
startled. He
had hoped it would be not his job to deliver the news.
But the moment was at hand.
#86/68, I’m afraid your team was lost trying to save
you!
#86/68 is saddened!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
They made the greatest sacrifice of all, #86/68.
They took a tackle for America, just like you would
have done!
Their memories will live on in each tackle I deliver! LET
NO MAN FORGET THE SACRIFICES MADE FOR DEMOCRACY!!
THE END
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