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Ever since I was a boy I dreamed of placing mounted LMGs in corners waiting to kill filthy foreigners. People say to me that a person being Tachanka is impossible and I’m ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ retrded but I don’t care, I’m beautiful. I’m having a plastic surgeon install a giant metal face-plate and a ♥♥♥♥-ton of body armor onto my body. From now on I want you to call me “Tachanka” and respect my right to kill from a mounted LMG and spray needlessly. If you can’t accept me you’re a Tachankaphobe and need to check your operator privilege. Thank you for being so understanding