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Salaam aleikum Pakistan! Glory to Pakistan! Hail Pakistan! Hail Dio Brando, immortal and holy god Emperor!
Pakistanis, I am here in Raipur now, writing to you as I am embedded. I have a lot to tell you, and after my tale, I have yet another. A tale from an Indian Freedom Fighter who fought against the Swedish oppression. Come around my brothers! Come around and listen:

Sand. Sand all around me. I was in out there, alone in the sand. I saw something white coming towards me. I could not move, I could not breathe. I was sweating like man. The sun was blinding me and the white figure was coming closer and closer. The white figure had a gun. He is aiming at me. I can't move. I can only see his blue eyes, they are piercing through me. His blonde eyebrows are arched down. He raises his gun to my forehead. I can't move. Why can't I move? Oh Dio, help me! I will die! The Swede pulls the trigger and...

I wake up, screaming, sweating. My sheets are drenched. An Indian servant enters and asks if everything is alright. I nod and send him out. I lock the door and enter the bathroom. It appeared so real. It was as if I was really there. Is this a sign? Some kind of prophecy? Help me my god Emperor, I am confused. I need guidance. I have fear.

I decide to take a shower. I sit in there for a long time, I do not remember how long. I enjoy the sand passing over my body, cleansing me. It feels good. I leave the shower and realize that I am late. Ten minutes until the mess and service. I jump into my uniform and comb my hair and beard. The others look at me cautiously, some ask if I am well. I nod and shake them off. I tell them a snow-spider was under my sheets. I could not admit my weakness, my fear. I cannot. I need to lead these men, they trust me, they look up to me. I could not do such a thing.

We quickly fed and held service. Afterwards we geared up to leave Bhopal. We had to reach the region of Chhattisgarh. Messages arrived from the region speaking of resistance from the Indians. After seeing what I have, I doubt that it was an Indian. It must have been Swedish separatists within India, trying to stir unrest, hinder our war effort. A feeble endeavour that has no future, but how can you tell this to the heathen or heretic? They are already blind and deaf. Only the purity of fire can save their souls.

We left Bhopal by helicopter this time. Me and my most loyal and heroic men would accompany me. As we looked outside we saw many burnt villages and refugees, fleeing westwards towards Pakistan and salvation. I was curious as to what had happened, but I knew it must've been Swedes. They were identical to the village I had seen before Bhopal. Dio forbid that these Swedes continue their mischief and I was confident that these Swedish terrorists were to be found in Chhattisgarh.

It was in that helicopter I had a vision. In the sand beneath me from the helicopter I saw him. I saw our glorious and immortal god Emperor, Dio Brando. It was if I was out of my body, floating in the sky. The clouds and sand formed a face, clearly visible and he spoke to me: "Be strong and of a good courage, fear not, nor be afraid...for the Emperor thy God, he it is that goes with you; he will not fail you, nor forsake you."

As soon as he had spoken to me and lightened the fire in my heart, I was catapulted back into the real world. There was a sandstorm coming towards us and we had to set down. We could not go further to the capital of Chhattisgarh, where the fighting had taken place. Instead we would disembark and continue with our buggies and treks. We were outsiede of the city of Durg. The sandstorm was heavy and dense. Perfect conditions for a Pakistani, but not for a helicopter. The helicopter set down on the ground and we jumped on our buggies and various other vehicles and sped out of the transport helicopter towards the city of Durg. Durg was supposedly still under Indian control, we were going to change that.

We sped towards the city quickly, the sand waving through our hair, our vehicles giving all they had, excelling in the climate of the sandstorm. I was laughing as we sped through the sandstorm. It was like home, when I and my friends and brothers would speed through the sand, chasing each other. It was thrilling, exciting and wonderful. "FASTER! FASTER!" a nearby comrade screamed. I looked over to him, he gave me a thumbs up. A split second later he exploded. Suddenly, explosions everywhere. There were artillery shots coming from the city of Durg, exploding beside me, behind me, in front of me. "FORWARDS MEN! FOR GOD AND GLORY!" I screamed at my men. They roared in concordance, speeding faster and faster towards the city. We opened fire upon the positions of the city. The explosions coming from the enemy artillery got louder and louder. Out of the sandstorm I could recognize the silhouettes of the city. I saw the cannons extruding from the walls of the city. Spurts of gunfire coming out from them as we were too close to be shot at from the artillery. The big guns continued to fire however, at our men further behind. They were very loud, I've never heard anything like that.

I sped into the city and then got off my buggy. "SPREAD OUT!“ I ordered quickly. We hurried through the alleys back towards the city walls to attack the positions from behind. An Indian came between us in one of the back alleys, he had a gun. He looked at our men in shock, I shot him without hesitation and continued towards the positions. We infiltrated one of the positions, they were still shooting at my brothers as I entered the positions. One of them looked around to me, a sand-bullet between the eyes send him to salvation faster than the Indian refugees. Another tried to rush me, I shot at him but missed. We engaged in close-combat. I tried to get at my knife but he had already given me a blow to the stomach. I pulled him down by his legs and took out my knife, jabbing it in him. Again and again. I took out my pistol and shot him point blank.

The positions were silent now, aside of the gunfire and explosions coming from outsides, but they were becoming rare. Our men were advancing swiftly on the inferior Indians. I stood up and looked at the men I had just killed. One was, sadly, an Indian, the other was a Swede. His blue eyes, blonde hair, pale skin and white camouflage uniform. It was he that I had to fight with in close-combat. I walked out of the position and threw a grenade in, assuring that the artillery cannon could not work against our brothers anymore.

I advanced towards another position, luckily it was already being eradicated by a sandthrower unit. The entire position disintegrated within seconds. Truly an effective tool. We continued like this for a few minutes. There were not many positions. I quickly rounded up the men, we sadly had a few losses but we were not despaired. I took heed not to punish the people for supporting these pig-disgusting heathens, but instead offer them peace and love so that they will give up those who are using their trust against Pakistan freely. We went to the town centre and came in peace. The Indians quickly recognized that we would bring them freedom and rounded up the rest of the swedish separatists in the city. I ordered the leaders of the disgusting pigs to be brought back to headquarters for interrogation. The rest were who on the spot and burnt. The Indians celebrated our arrival and we offered them food and water. It lightened my heart and eased my soul to see our peace bringing happiness and togetherness to this torn nation.

Sadly, we could not stay with them and had received orders to help secure the city of Dhamtari on our way to Raipur. A simple setup of defences. I agreed and heart-torn left these lovely people behind. I saw their despair, fearing that we would leave them forever. I gave them certainty, that that was not the case. "People of Durg! You have suffered long enough! Now has come the time for your freedom! Now has come the time for the peace you have longed for! This is the dawn of a new age! An age of prosperity, hopes, dreams, faith and love! I guarantee you, people of Durg, people of India, that you will be a part of this future! You too will have a delicious slice of peace! Hail Pakistan! Hail the god Emperor! Hail New Pakistan!" the people roared cheers and clapped and celebrated. They waved and screamed good lucks towards us as we left the village, a few men stayed to control them and give them the needed certainty until the Pakistani Support Units arrived.

After setting up defences in Dhamtari, we continued towards Raipur. The fights had already ended in Raipur, it was calm and we only had to pass 4 control points until we got to the base. Dusk was nearing and I was not satisfied. I wanted to get an indepth view of the past of India, to see what the people thought of Pakistan. I asked one of the Indian workers on the grounds, who was serving me tea in my office, of how India was in the past. He told me a sad story:

This man, he had an aunt. She took care of her children and his siblings was always there when needed. She was always helpful and always brought food on the table, even for his family. She was a saint in his eyes. One day, the Swedes had arrived in his village. He had gone shopping to get some food for the dinner they were going to have this evening. It was his sister's birthday. As he was at the market, the Swedes had decided to use the house of his family. They had taken their food, their water, everything. They had taken everything from them and threatened anyone who would resist with death. The swedes had more control over India than the Indians themselves. The family agreed and did not try to resist, they were forced out of their house at gunpoint.
One of the little boys however saw a ball of his. He ran towards it to get it. In this moment one of the Swedish guards shot the boy. Then the other Swedes opened fire. They shot everyone in his aunt's family. Everyone. The brothers, sisters, the father, the mother. They killed them all.

His eyes were blank. He just walked out of the office without a further word. Nothing was holy to the Swedes. Nothing.

Thank you for reading this article (if you dare...)! I hope you enjoyed it and if you didn't read it, I don't blame you! Have a nice day, and go with Dio Brando, our holy and immortal god emperor to whom we owe everything.

For those without patience:
tl;dr
1.Leaving Bhopal
2.Attacking Durg
3.Setting up in Raipur
4.Talking with local in Raipur