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I imagine myself in Teutoburg forest, leading my Platoon. Our mission is to stop R*man dogs from advancing. We mow down R*man dogs but they keep coming. I throw my javelins at R*man dogs but I run out of javelins so I draw my sword and begin slaughtering R*mans, since R*mans are way more psychically inferior to me, I slay them by the dozens. Then I get shot by an arrow, but I didn't fall, I kept fighting. Then shot again and again. R*mans were shooting me from a distance like the cowards they are. I lie down, facing up to sky and I see Odin smiling at me, I smile back… Then I woke up, in Valhalla, my homeland. My Norse brethen gave me a warm welcome to Valhalla. I finally made it, I finally made it into heaven..
