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Everything was black, I was completely surounded by darkness. From the darkness I hear a voice telling me that I have to fight what stands before me. He repeats this several times before all of a sudden I could see. Right Infront of me a world war 2 tank sits pearched up on a hill. I run at the tank as fast as I could and climbed the hill where the tank was. The mans voice begain repeating in my head as I started punching the tank as hard as I could. blood was pouring from my knuckles as I punched without relent. My erelevant punches soon came to a halt . thats when I look Up to see the barrel pointed right at
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