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Listen up, grunts! We got ourselves a mission of galactic proportions. Our home, Super Earth, is a cool million light-years away, and it's under threat from these alien bug scum. We ain't space troopers; we're Helldivers, and we're here to lay down the law, YUT!

Now, these bugs, they ain't just regular creepy-crawlies. Nah, they're pure evil, hell-bent on spreading chaos and undermining the democracy we hold dear on Super Earth. We're fighting for our loved ones, our freedom, and the right to drop bombs on bug nests, RAH!

Picture this – vast planets overrun by these insectoid freaks, plotting against democracy like they own the joint. But we're here to show 'em what a Helldiver can do. We ain't talking peace talks; we're talking about a full-on bug massacre, because the only good bug is a dead bug!

We may not be the brains behind this operation, but we're the brawn, the muscle, the boots on the ground. Our low IQ ain't stopping us; it's fueling the fire to wipe out these bug monstrosities.

And let's be real – we're not just doing this for peace; we're doing it for the thrill of the massacre. We crave that bug-squishing satisfaction, the chaos we bring to their hives, the symphony of bug guts hitting the ground.

So, grab your gear, lock and load, and let's show these bugs what Helldivers are made of – bloodlust, mayhem, and an insatiable appetite for bug guts. RAH! KILL! YUT!

Stay frosty, Helldivers!

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