Me: *microing front lines in hoi4 so hard my head hurts* busy.
Her: this is why I'm gone. It's all your fault.
I wake up. It's July 1972 in Northern Ireland. I pick up my rifle. The British will pay.
Me: *microing front lines in hoi4 so hard my head hurts* busy.
Her: this is why I'm gone. It's all your fault.
I wake up. It's July 1972 in Northern Ireland. I pick up my rifle. The British will pay.