Dear Anons,
The smell of rotting flesh elicits in me an uncontrollable gag response and puking.
This is fundamental to my essence, my spirit, my soul. I considered this to be a flaw until I realized that being put into the situation in which I can smell rotting flesh is the smell of victory.
Whether or not your side won or lost the battle, your ability to smell the rotting flesh is a victory in your survival.
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The coming civil war will be barbarically glorious. I am not advocating barbarism. I am merely pointing out what you will be the victim of or will enthusiastically participate in.