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I am a god of guns and master of the blades. I have fought across time and space with every enemy you have ever dreamt of and more. In hand to hand combat I am unparalleled. I can jump farther, run faster. My reactions are so fast the world slows around me. I have seen every possible outcome. Your armies are like ants beneath my feet. Your weapons are toys. Your minds are weak.
I have killed in Vietnam, in Skyrim; hell I’ve taken the life’s of my brothers and sisters on this continent.
I have fought Bastions, Mutants, Dragons, Nazis and Herobrine. And all that killing was just to get to you.
So if you think that anything on God’s green earth is going to save you now... you are wrong.
My only advice is to run. To hide. To pray we don’t get to you first. We’ve hidden for long enough. It’s time for gamers to rise up.
We are great. We are legion. We are gamers.