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Blackops, the Ethereal God who was once gifted a Red Pill from Morphius himself. The chosen one, the prophet of all Football future. The greatest sentient being of all, please teach of the ways of Planet Naaruu, oh chosen one.
Do not stand by as our brains are rotted by 5G towers. Our frogs, once teeming with testosterone, have all grown gay. Our weather, once vibrant now controlled by the Evil Lord Soros. Our communities, once a bastion of a greater world now lay in ruin as death creeps upon the land.
Shadows taint the very trees that were once kissed by the golden light of the Naaru.
Save us ol' wise one, for we know not what we've done.
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