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Save one man..
There is no greater pleasure in life then the feeling of a deep-voiced male serenading my ears as he sprays fascist robots and genetically altered space cockroaches via forceful eruption of his hot, long and thick rifle, all in the name of freedom and democracy.
Sometimes I get caught in the force of its blast, forcefully robbing me of my sight and will to live and further government funding has to be given in order for me to continue chronicling the journey of such a fine specimen of manhood.
It has been an honor watching you work for the glory of Super Earth, be it by your side or in the moments when you are randomly selected for the Helldiver Space Program and sent light years away from me.