I imagine myself in ID, leading my Platoon. Our mission is to stop GrAY dogs from advancing. We mow down GrAY dogs but they keep coming. I shoot GrAY dogs but I run out of ammo so I draw my sword and begin slaughtering GrAYs, since GrAYs 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. GrAYs were shooting me from a distance like the cowards they are. I lie down, facing up to sky and I see ER smiling at me, I smile back… Then I woke up, in the sewers, my homeland. My PARAGON brethen gave me a warm welcome to heaven. I finally made it, I finally made it into heaven..
