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>be me
>Aryan anon
>wake up in crystal palace suspended by pure ethnostate energy
>sunrise is literally Hitler’s face smiling down, based
>alarm clock is a 14/88 chime played on panzerflutes
>roll out of bed carved from one solid block of Nordic marble
>kiss portrait of Uncle A, whisper “we’re all gonna make it brah”
>morning routine: 100 one-armed sieg-heils while reciting Black Sun mantras
>breakfast is raw aurochs steak and mead aged in skulls of defeated untermenschen
>check HyperboreaChan /hb/ board
>top thread: “how do I tell my 10/10 blonde valkyrie waifu that I only got 1487 reps on the runes bench today”
>1487 replies of pure cope and “it’s okay king, volume eats”
>go to job: professional ice wall patroller
>spot some rootless cosmopolitan trying to sneak in with a merchant permit
>activate SS-Stare™
>he spontaneously combusts into matzo ash
>superior Aryan genetics +1000
>lunch break: gather with the boys around the eternal flame
>sing ancient Thulean shanties about how the world is ice and we are the fire
>someone brings up Atlantis
>entire squad starts seething about those degenerate mud people who ruined everything
>tfw no happening today, just eternal golden age
>evening: attend mandatory blonde fertility ritual
>state assigns me three 6’2” blue-eyed maidens for the night
>they all have matching luger holsters as garters
>tfw repopulating the master race is literally my patriotic duty
>wind down by reading the original version of Mein Kampf with the 6000 unredacted pages about Nordic alien civilizations and hollow earth
>fall asleep under aurora borealis shaped like a giant swastika
>dream of the day we finally drop the ice dome and reclaim the outer lands
>tfw tomorrow will be even more aesthetic
Hyperborea forever, shabbos shills need not apply