POV: You're a Zulu warrior trying to murder wounded soldiers in a hospital until this bloke pops up from behind some sandbags, says "leave it out, mate" and bayonets you.

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This is what peak Anglo performance looks like. You might not like it, but it is.

If I were the US Department of Defence, I'd just give Michael Bay access to whatever he wanted and let him make the most effective recruitment tool/movie ever.

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Even as a non-American, this is quite interesting. I have a very Northern English Doomsday book 'placename' which originates from Lancashire and Yorkshire. I knew there'd be a few of us on there, but the concentration in Virginia was quite surprising.

“Grand Moff Carney, congratulations.” “Your excellency, I could not have done it without you.” “Let’s save the pleasantries, there is much work to be done. Do not fail me now.” “Yes master, it will be done.”

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Can we have a nuke please? Just a little one as a treat. Putin really let us down on this front.

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Watching the latest Deepest Lore about awful tower blocks in the Sixties. This unironically looks like something from the Pripyat mission in Call of Duty: Modern Warfare.

Got my yellow fever vaccine, but I'm still attracted to Japanese women?

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Starmer and Blair could pull off some top trolling here...

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I hate Sickos.

“Art hoes but they’re racist”

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