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Quick Note: I used the term D Day only to mark its 70th anniversary. If you found it disrespectful in anyway, or a matter of fact anything else in this story, I do apologise and did not intend to be disrespectful.
This is the epic and official sequel to
Ok not so much epic.
It is highly recommended you read my long story named that blue letters (called a hyperlink you dumbass). But if you haven't here's what happened in a nutshell: A guy finds a stalker who works for The Queer Illuminati and he has to kill them.
Pretty much. But read it anyways because that was shockingly vague what I just told you and you need to read the whole story to realise what happened.
Oh well.
THE STORY
So there they were, our small huddle of messed up mercenaries trying to defeat EVIL PATRIXXX and his henchmen. They were not ready. They needed much more things then just a tiny group of people if they were to defeat EVIL PATRIXXX and his crew once and for all.
They needed weapons. Big ass weapons. They had to have some siege tools as well, never mind a larger group. But who would be willing enough to defeat him?
Oh yes!
Delusional retards!
They had to go to Neverland to fetch some delusional retards. After all, Peter Pan is clearly high. How would they get there?
By the powers of Trollpasta of course! Anything can happen in a trollpasta! So they went back in time to World War Two on D-Day to get to the mystical portal which was there. Everyone knows that D Day made a portal to go to Neverland when the immense forces invaded creating a super dramatic rip in time, creating a portal.
They made a time machine from a cardboard box, imagination, and tomato sauce. Our protagonist, Drake, would go back to D Day, go inti the portal, and collect some high druggies. For siege they had bought some laptops, they would send them hate mail which would surely lower their emotional state decreasing their guard.
They were ready.
Wait.
Where the hell was their HQ?
They were all set and ready, when they didn't even think about where the hell they were going!
Oh well, they just guessed South West.
Sure enough they found their base. They just so happened to walk in the exact right direction over to their HQ. The complete luck of their crew made them completely guess where to go and they hit the fucking "X" right on the spot.
Fucking genius.
The HQ was a cave, with big flashing bold letters (like the one on Drakes head in the last story), "The Queer Illuminati Super secret base DO NO ENTUR!" It was time.
They flipped open their laptops, logged on as "D1LU510N4l R3TARD", then infiltrated their high security firewall.
Their overwhelmingly strong guard,
Facebook.
Drake Nufuri has posted on your wall, "omg rly u wnt 2 raep familz 4monizzzz u shud kyl urslf stupid pursn"' ''it showed on EVIL PATRIXXX's computer.
'Oh! How offensive! I must obliterate his asshole with my mighty co-