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I imagine myself on Terra, leading my host. Our mission is to stop loy*list dogs from advancing. We mow down loy*list dogs but they keep coming. I shoot loy*list dogs but I run out of ammo so I draw my crozius and begin slaughtering loy*lists, since loy*lists 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. loy*lists were shooting me from a distance like the cowards they are. I lie down, facing up to sky and I see PRIMORDIAL TRUTH (Chaos) smiling at me, I smile back… Then I woke up, in colchis, my homworld. My DAEMONIC brethen gave me a warm welcome to heaven. I finally made it, I finally made it into heaven..
