I imagine myself in /int/, leading my Platoon. Our mission is to stop j*nny dogs from deleting threads. We mow down j*nny dogs but they keep issuing warnings. I shoot j*nny dogs but I get a temporary ban so I draw my VPN and begin slaughtering j*nnies, since j*nnies are way more psychially inferior to me, I slay them by dozens. Then I get a permanent ban, but I didn't fall, I changed ISP. Then banned again and again. j*nnies were seething at me from a distance like the cowards they are. I lie down, facing up to sky and I see Christopher Poole (moot) smiling at me, I smile back… Then I woke up, in /bant/, my homeland. My /BANT/ER brethen gave me a warm welcome to heaven. I finally made it, I finally made it into heaven..