They seem to enjoy the story ironically, for all of its over-the-top action and political satire. The tone in the thread seems to be generally positive wrt the story. I can bet that a lot of purchasers of My Tank is Fight! would also buy a TBO print edition.
Additionally;
this is awesome,
and so is this:
United States Military Defense HQ, New Florida, Hell
"And you're sure this will work?" queried Colonel Fightmaster. He sipped a Coca-Cola and glossed over the briefing. It was a crazy plan, but then, everything had been crazy ever since "Unit J" had arrived. They were forbidden from even speaking the name to prevent leaks.
"Positive, Sir." replied Lt. Supercalifragilisticsaurus, First Demon Infantry Division. "It worked 2000 years ago. It should work now."
Col. Fightmaster paused and took another sip of his Coke. The more he thought about it, the more it made sense. Back then, it had been an attack on Hell. Now, it would work the opposite way. Yahweh would never expect it.
72 hours later, he was alongside the President and staring at the most powerful force ever assembled on Earth or in Hell. 3 million demons and 10 million humans were assembled in the field before him. President Obama walked up to the podium and began his address.
"Humans. Demons. Soldiers. Our proud Armed Forces. Today we begin a fight that few ever thought possible. Today we do what scant years ago would have been considered madness, or blasphemy. I have little to say. I'm sure you've all thought long and hard about this. I'm also sure that you've been wondering, how exactly we're going to get you into to the field. Well, now, we will unveil... whoops."
A suppressed laugh rippled through the ranks. The President's teleprompter had become covered in Hell dust.
"Well, never mind the formalities. Gentlemen, it's my pleasure to introduce someone very special to you."
Suddenly, the assembled Soldiers gasped as they became aware of someone who had been sitting on the stand the whole time, yet somehow did not recognize.
Throne of Yahweh, Heaven
The angels were gossiping like mad. Yahweh's idiot son had returned in the midst of all this turmoil and chaos, and was daring to speak to his father. The throne room had just been rebuilt too.
Yeshua ben Yahweh walked into the room, spreading the smell of acrid green leafy material and patchouli, overpowering even the scent of the angels' incense.
"Your church has been impudent. Why do you not speak to them?" ordered Yahweh.
"Welp. I guess, uh, cuz you told 'em to go to hell?" Yeshua looked around the room with a bored look on his face. Yahweh noticed that his Son had sunglasses on his head. Such a disappointment.
The room grew silent. Only Yahweh's son could dare talk to Him like that and not be snuffed from existence. However, the Lord of All's face still showed displeasure.
"Whatever the case. Speak to them. ORDER them to stop this resistance. Tell them I may even bring some of them here to be with me." Yahweh thundered, knowing well that the humans most likely would not fall for the same trick twice.
"Actually, I did talk to some of those dudes," Yeshua replied.
"And did they fall? Did they prostrate themselves before the Son of God and submit to His will?"
"Well... it was... let's say..." Yeshua, Jesus, Son of Man and God, raised his arms. "A Harrowing experience."
With those words, suddenly the whole of the United Human-Demon Forces appeared in the Throne Room of the Lord God Yahweh, harrowed straight from the Pit. All guns were pointed at the brilliant figure on the throne.
"Wh-what is this? Treachery!! MY OWN SON! I knew you were too much like them! You IMPUDENT LITTLE-"
Yeshua cut off his father with an "Uh-uh!" His turned around one of his lifted hands, presenting the back to Yahweh. Then, slowly, all fingers except the middle lowered.
Jesus flipped on his sunglasses and said, "Fuck you, Dad." All weapons fired at once.
The call went across Heaven, Earth, and Hell, at 0:00, Oct 23rd. It was personally delivered by Friedrich Nietzsche, deceased. "God is dead. And we have killed him."