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☑ You forget what reality is
☐ Beautiful
☐ Good
☐ Decent
☐ Bad
☐ Don‘t look too long at it
☐ MS-DOS
---{ Gameplay }---
☑ Very good
☐ Good
☐ It's just gameplay
☐ Mehh
☐ Watch paint dry instead
☐ Just don't
---{ Audio }---
☑ Eargasm
☐Very good
☐ Good
☐ Not too bad
☐ Bad
☐ I'm now deaf
>in some dumbass strategy meeting
>notice a fly buzzing around
>lands on mein Fuhrer's shoulder and heinz map
>ohshizer.telegram
>mein fuhrer tells me to 'dispatch it'
>try to cut tension with some humour, we are losing after all
>say 'since it is an airborne pest, perhaps the luftwaffe adjutant should do it'
>mein Fuhrer glares at me, mouth gurning and pupils as big as schnitzel plates
>mfw im 'dispatched' to the eastern front