I imagine myself in New Zealand leading my platoon. Our mission is to stop M*slim dogs from advancing. We mow down M*slim dogs but they keep coming. I shoot M*slims but I run out of ammo so I draw my sword and begin slaughtering M*slims, since M*slims 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. M*slims were shooting me from a distance like a cowards they are. I lie down, facing up to sky and I see BEYAZ BOĞA (Odin) smiles at me, I smile back... Then I woke up, in europe, my homeland. My WHITE brethren gave me a warm welcome to valhalla. I finally made it, I finally made it into valhalla..