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I imagine myself in P*ris, leading my Platoon. Our mission is to stop Par*sian dogs from advancing. We mow down Par*sian dogs blut they keep coming. I shoot par*sian dogs but I run out of ammo so I draw my knife and begin slaughtering Par*sian, since P*arisans are way more psychially inferior to me, I slay them by dozens. Then I get shot, but I didn't fall, I kept fighting. Then shot again and again. P*risians were shooting me from a distance like the cowards they are. I lie down, facing up to sky and I see BASSEMUS ANTI-BERETTUS smiling at me, I smile back… Then I woke up, in LYON, my homeland. My PELOS gave me a warm welcome to heaven. I finally made it, I finally made it into heaven..