I imagine myself in t*Rkey, leading my Platoon. Our mission is to stop an*Mefag dogs from advancing. We mow down an*Mefag dogs but they keep coming. I shoot an*Mefag dogs but I run out of ammo so I draw my sword and begin slaughtering an*Mefag, since an*Mefags are way more psychically 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. an*Mefags were shooting me from a distance like a cowards they are. I lie down, facing up to sky and I see ODIN (my IBERIAN creator) smiles at me, I smile back... Then I woke up, in IBERIA, my homeland. My IBERIAN brethren gave me a warm welcome to Valhalla. I finally made it, I finally made it into Valhalla..