I imagine myself in Germania, leading my Cohort. Our mission is to stop nrd dogs from advancing. We mow down nrd dogs but they keep coming. I shoot nrd dogs but I run out of ammo so I draw my gladius and begin slaughtering nrd, since whTes are way more physichally 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. nrds were shooting me from a distance like the cowards they are. I lie down, facing up to sky and I see IVPITER smiling at me, I smile back… Then I woke up, in Rome, my homeland. My MED brethen gave me a warm welcome to heaven. I finally made it, I finally made it into heaven..
