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I imagine myself in great metaphysical space, leading my platoon. Our mission is to stop neur*Typical dogs from advancing. We mow down neur*Typical dogs but they keep coming. I shoot neur*Typical dogs but run out of ammo so I draw my sword and begin slaughtering neur*Typicals, since neur*Typicals are way more autistically 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. The neur*Typicals were shooting me from a distance like a cowards they are. I lie down, facing up to sky and I see AUTISM smiles at me, I smile back... Then I woke up, in /bant/, my homeland. My AUTISTIC brethren gave me a warm welcome to heaven. I finally made it, I finally made it into heaven..
