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I imagine myself in Europe, leading my Platoon. Our mission is to stop lib*Ral dogs from advancing. We mow down lib*Ral dogs but they keep coming. I shoot lib*Ral dogs but I run out of ammo so I draw my bayonet and begin slaughtering the lib*Rals, since lib*Rals are way more psychially 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. lib*Rals were shooting me from a distance like the cowards they are. I lie down, facing up to the sky and I see Karl Marx smiling down at me, I smile back… Then I woke up, in the global commune, the true homeland. My proletarian comrades gave me a warm welcome to the great socialist collective in the sky. I finally made it, I finally made it into the worker's paradise..
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Funny, I was just thinking of that pasta. Well, not that specific version of it but still.
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>>4338682Im the solider by el way