It's back.
Using this to put my art for fanfictions in one place. No I am not good at art. No I do not care. Yes there is going to be an essay on biowarfare used on the DPRK during the Fatherland Liberation War at one point. Also maybe I'll talk ab...
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I had a dream. I will now describe it. So when I was young there was a konbini by my house. I don't live there anymore. But in the dream I was on my first day working there. But as soon as I arrived I realized I already work full hours at another place and I would have no time to have two jobs. I was literally thinking, 'Wait. Why did I do this?' So I resolved to quit after the first day. But then I got into the store and started to work, then KIM IL-SUNG WALKED IN. Now it wasn't weird that he was in Japan or alive, because my common sense of the dreamworld told me that Kim Il-sung and Kim Jong-il were still alive and also that they had retired form politics to get retail jobs in Japan (for Kim Il-sung) and America (for Kim Jong-il) so that they could better understand how the proletariat of enemy countries lived and foster internationalism with them. Kim Jong-un was still Chairman of the Worker's Party of Korea. Also they were all the same age. Which is, strange. Considering they are grandfather, father, and son. Anyways, I grabbed my friend who worked there and hissed, "You didn't tell me Kim Il-sung worked here!" and she shrugged and said I didn't ask. Death penalty for her. So I guess it was a special day where members of the Worker's Party were visiting so I had to set up tables and chairs and serve food. Why was this happening at a konbini? Who knows. So I was thinking, 'I can't work two jobs, but I don't want to quit my other job because my boss is nice. But I can't quit this job because KIM IL-SUNG.' Then a man came over to me, gave me a piercing look, said something in Korean, then walked away. And my friend said, "Fish likes you. He usually doesn't talk to people." Fish? Why was his name Fish? Also implying meetings like this were business as usual, meaning my friend was hanging out with Worker's Party members without telling me. Death penalty for her again. Then we all sat as Kim Il-sung gave a speech. I also want to clarify that the dream was not in Korean, but he was speaking Korean and I had no idea what he was saying. But I started crying. So overwhelmed I was weeping in joy (in character for me; also I never got why people cry at concerts, but I get it now). Then my friend turns to me, and everyone in the konbini turns to stare at me, including Kim Il-sung. Blood starts pouring from my friend's eyes as she says, "You should wake up now."
