PEWDIEPIE NAZI UNIT

Pewdiepie entered my village on the 7th of August, 2012.

Our house was fairly small, but cozy. It was the first house you would see upon entering the village.

My grandfather and father were sitting in the backyard, preparing the food we had grown for mother to cook.

Pewdiepie knocked on the door. We ignored him, not knowing who he was and thinking he looked like a pest. We hoped he would eventually leave.

We were so, so wrong.

I still remember my grandfather rush at him as he entered the house, Pewdiepie shot him without hesitation, without any fucking remorse.

Then, he turned to my father and I, now absolutely terrified and upset. My grandfather had just died- The man who taught me to ride a bicycle. Dead.

Father eventually stood up, he pushed me out the door and stopped Pewdiepie from catching me. I ran into the forests, and continued running for what felt like days, until I wondered into another village. It was in ruins, and a large statue, of a Swedish looking man had been erected. It was Pewdiepie.

I assumed my village would look the same by now, so I held back my tears, scavenged for food and continued running. Eventually I found a group of fisherman and they kindly offered to take me to some men who could smuggle me to the United Kingdom.

After 7 months, or so, we made it. I finally managed to get comfortable. I never thought I would. My foster parents were kind and nobody suspected I was illegal, the pros of having an Australian father I guess.

Pewdiepie wasn’t finished, though, and followed me to the UK only a few months later during July of 2013.

I still believe he is looking for me, and if he does, I will die. So how fucking dare you even insinuate that the horrible man, only known as Felix Kjellberg and Pewdiepie, not be a Nazi.

Because if you’re right, and he’s not a Nazi, I can assure you he is something much, much worse.