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Picture this you ruinscapist rapist, While you, playing as the Ottomans, are already losing to the Egyptian AI, your armies are under-supplied, under-manned, and out gunned. Suddenly your heart drops as you hear the sound of war being declared on you. But whomst has done this? The Russians? Nyet. The British? Nah bruv. Oh so the Austrians then? Switch! But no you fail to realize...
ITS ME!!!
I see Istra, the leader of the once mighty Ottoman Empire that now, has crumbled to dust and lost its "Great Power status" doing a very good impersonation of a crying wojak. With my definitely strong and working 2 legs, I march aggressively to the little soyboy and with my very large hand, grab his wrist.
"I'm here to enforce my demands, Istra." I chadly say to Istra. "But... But... I thought you were wheelchair bound..." Istra meekly replied, his fatigue of playing 20 hours of runescape a day showing.
Upon hearing me utter those words, Istra, now with no runescape and bald, now falls to his tiny knees and repents all the false accusations he made on Wreckrez's Steam profile
Truly a fool he was.