>I arrive at the centre to receive my 23andme escorted by the Anglo gestapo
>I enter the room with a smile on my face, assured of my pure Anglo-Aryan ancestry
>My hands begin to tremble as I look at my results
>”99.9% Northwest European?”
>”What does it mean, only 99.9 Northwest European?”
>”What does 0.1% unrecognised mean?”
>”Surely that 0.1% is really Aryan? Surely this must be some kind of Jewish trick?”
>Suddenly I feel a strong hand on my shoulder, I turn around to see none other than the face of Sir Oswald Mosley himself staring back at me
>”Only 99.9%?”
>He simply says
>I begin to cry only to look down at my hands that have inexplicably gone a dark olive colour
>I feel my lips broaden, my nose become wide and flat, my eyes go dark brown as my hair turns jet black, and my eyebrow become cartoonishly big and bushy as my skull contorts and shrinks
>Mosley hasn’t taken his hands off me
>He simply drags me away screaming to the gas chambers, throwing me in like a common piece of trash, a rat
>As he slams the door I begin to scream wildly, banging on the door with my fists
>”I AM AN ARYAN! THERE MUST HAVE BEEN A MISTAKE! YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND, THEY GOT IT WORNG, THERE’S BEEN A MIX UP, I AM ARYAN! I MUST BE ARYAN! I AM ARYAN! I’M 100% ANGLO-ARYAN I TELL YOU! IT WAS THE KIKES!”
>I wail like a wild animal before, staring back at me with his beady eyes piercing into my soul Mosley pulls the switch
>The gass releases and suffocate to death
>The last thing I see before I die is pic related
>Mosley walks off, wiping his hands from having to touch such a disgusting creature
>”Fucking Italians.”
>he simply mutters under his breath
