I imagine myself in Albania, leading my Platoon. Our mission is to stop r*Visionist dogs from advancing. We mow down r*Visionist dogs but they keep coming. I shoot r*Visionist dogs but I run out of ammo so I draw my sword and begin slaughtering r*Visionists, since r*Visionists 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. r*Visionists were shooting me from a distance like the cowards they are. I lie down, facing up to sky and I see ENVER HOXHA (Anti-Revisionist) smiling at me, I smile back… Then I woke up, in the PSRA, my homeland. My ALBANIAN brethen gave me a warm welcome to the bunker. I finally made it, I finally made it into the bunker..