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Today, we are HERE reunited to mourn the loss of our fellow comrade. Our fellow soldier, with whom we fought side by side for months and years. Today, our comrade has died. He has perished while fulfilling his purpose. He suffered at the hand of fate while in the line of duty. What is our duty, you ask? To Troll, To Grief, To Ruin. We are called the r-word, the f-word, the c-word. But with US remains the privilege, the honor, I shall say, to respond with the famed, and infamous (at times), n-word. In such an act we take immense pride. Yet, sometimes, the powers that be interfere. The silent, shrouded axe of the executioner falls on our unexpecting necks. (1/2)

One of our necks, that of our comrade here, Bruno, has met such a fate. Besieged are we day and night. We check our profiles for the dreaded red writing; we shield our eyes from the right hand side of our profiles and only reveal it ever so slightly, while clutching the hem of our purple dresses. Today, the nightmare has come. Bruno has died, his account with him. But we shall not forget. We shall never forget. Your sacrifice, comrade, has been great. Yet the giggles it produced are invaluable. Stay strong in these troubled times. Your memory will always be a cherished one. *Dabs* (2/2)