The story I have to tell is a strange one, yet I swear every word is true. It was 1944. None would say so at the time, but we could all tell that we were losing the war. Despite all we believed in, nay that we lived for, the Reich wouldn't even last until the end of the decade. Even for the realists among us, this was too much to bear. So a plan was devised. A strange last ditch attempt to gain, if not victory, then at least a final strike at the enemy that would show that even in our death throes, we were a force to be feared.
The Wunderwaffe division joined forces with the Thule society, drawing upon experimental data gained from the camps and other sources too horrifying to describe here. The idea was to create a group of elite commandos, enhanced with training and drugs, equipped with weaponry that was too radical and expensive for general issue. Using advanced Nazi super-science, these troops would be stationed at various points around the globe, literally frozen until their keepers judged the time to be right, whereupon they would simultaneously wake and strike. These warriors would be known as the Eiskrieger.
They would be few in number, so it was essential to select only the best. Not merely the best in terms of combat ability, but in their loyalty to the Party and its ideals. People to whom National Socialism was not just a political belief, but a religion. They would fight until their dying breath for the Reich. Naturally, I was chosen, and in January 1945, I was shipped to one of our secret bases in Antarctica. There, I rested, frozen in time, as the world around me changed.
Little did I know that in time, details of the Eiskrieger project would be uncovered. Dismissed as a hoax by historians, MI6 considered it a serious enough threat that they sent a task force out to track down the Eiskrieger bases, find out what they could and destroy them, with all occupants. Attempts by these degenerates to revive and interrogate our men only resulted in the deaths of the frozen men, for even in seventy years their primitive science had not caught up with the greatest minds of the Reich.
I was their first success, and also their greatest failure. They expected a docile and semi-comatose prisoner. For me, I awoke to find myself surrounded by four of the hated English. Even unarmed, I made short work of them. The final one, seeing the end was nigh, detonated a bomb, destroying most of the base.
Their mission had failed and so, it seemed, had mine. There was no hope of carrying out my team's original objective, to cause chaos in New Zealand - codenamed Operation Kiwi. Yet my training was too ingrained to be denied, and so I made my way across the ice in the hope of finding other survivors. The details of my survival are irrelevant here. Suffice it to say that I was half-mad with cold and exhaustion by the time I was picked up by a Chinese research team.
They knew nothing of my mission, only that I appeared to be delirious and was muttering "Kiwi... Nazism shall triumph... master race shall rise..." Assuming that I was a member here, they convinced me to sign up in the hope of jogging my memory, and here I am.