>>14191914The Turk slowly tries to make his way to his computer. His extreme physical weight makes it much harder for him to navigate properly across the room's floor, littered with empty stelazine bottles and all kinds of German welfare papers. He sits in his run-down chair, which groans at the shock of his 300, extremely heavy pounds bearing down on it. As his computer boots up, the Turk picks up a dossier from the trash-littered floor and examines it. It's his trusty old manual made by the Turkish Jandarma Intelligence Organization, containing various instructions for debate with anti-Abrahamics in online forums. The Turk opens up his Internet Explorer, and searches 4chan's Politically Incorrect for any thread that is remotely religion related. Suddenly, he remembers his mother's words. She always told him to become a coal miner like his father, Mehmet. "Please get a real job, little Turk. I'm begging you," she would say. But she just doesn't understand. She doesn't understand how utterly important it is to try and convince people on the internet to worship the God of a foreskin sacrifice cult. The Turk now begins to spam into the comment box for the 2,000th time "All I have on Christianity". After a short time of coordinating failed raids in his Discord server, the Turk is sweaty and frustrated yet again, like so often before. "W-Whiter than you!" he aggressively yells at his computer monitor. The Turk is so upset that he actually knocks his Holy Prepuce replica off his desk. The Turk sniffs his tears away and forces himself to calm down for a little while. "I'm sorry, Rabbi Christ," he says. The Turk then turns to his wall, which he has covered in Turkish flags and anime posters. In the midst of this most unholy mess is a framed picture with the words "Salvation is of the Jews. John 4:22" The Turk salutes his wall, and with a burning passion for Rabbi Christ in his heart, sitting in his mom's basement, he spams endlessly. "All I have on Christianity..."
