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Eventually it’ll be too much to bear – you’ll press Win + I, click on “Installed Apps”, click on League of Legends, and uninstall it. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame of raising a mage bot laner. They’ll take you outside for the first time in years, and everyone on your friends list for the rest of eternity will know Seraphine shouldn’t be played as a bot carry. Your account will be banned and your 30$ K/DA All Out Seraphine will be forever wasted, and all that will remain of your legacy is playing a champion that is unmistakably made for mid lane.
Hitler's brow furrowed in skepticism. "Assistance? How could a group of... Furries possibly aid the Third Reich?"
The fox Furry straightened up, his tail swishing behind him. "We possess skills and talents beyond your wildest imagination, mein Führer. With our creativity and ingenuity, we can bolster your propaganda efforts and inspire the masses to rally behind your vision for a greater Germany."
Intrigued by the prospect, Hitler motioned for the Furries to continue. And so, over the course of several hours, they presented their ideas for theatrical performances, colorful posters, and even animated propaganda films featuring anthropomorphic characters spreading the ideals of the Nazi regime.
In the heart of Berlin, amidst the turmoil of World War II, Adolf Hitler paced nervously in his office, deep in thought. The weight of the world rested heavily on his shoulders as he contemplated the next move in his quest for global domination.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Startled, Hitler straightened his posture and called out, "Enter!"
To his surprise, a group of peculiar individuals dressed in elaborate animal costumes filed into the room. They were Furries, a community of enthusiasts who found solace and joy in dressing as anthropomorphic animals.
Hitler's eyes widened in disbelief as he beheld the sight before him. "What is the meaning of this?" he demanded, his voice tinged with both confusion and curiosity.