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7/23/2025, 2:15:20 PM
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7/21/2025, 1:29:18 PM
6/20/2025, 7:29:19 PM
You will never be a real roman. You have no roman succession, you have no roman institutions, you have no roman culture. You are a Turkish man twisted by nationalism and pride into a crude mockery of roman alliegance.
All the “agreement” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back historians mock you. Your romaboo fans are disgusted and ashamed of you, your historian “friends” laugh at your stupidity behind closed doors.
Italians are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of empires pretending to be roman have allowed Italians to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even fake roman successor states who “pass” look distantly removed from rome and disingenuous to an Italian. Your phenotype is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get an uninformed 14 year old history nerd to agree with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he finds out about the siege of Constantinople.
You will never be right. You wrench out a fake "based and red pilled" every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the cringe creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a greek flag, make an olive wreath, wear it around your head, and pretend to be ethnically greek. Your turkish brethren will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to deal with the shame you bring to your nation. They’ll remember you as a turk, and every autistic history fan will know you as a turk pretending to be greek. And when you die your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a DNA profile that is unmistakably turkish.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
All the “agreement” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back historians mock you. Your romaboo fans are disgusted and ashamed of you, your historian “friends” laugh at your stupidity behind closed doors.
Italians are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of empires pretending to be roman have allowed Italians to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even fake roman successor states who “pass” look distantly removed from rome and disingenuous to an Italian. Your phenotype is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get an uninformed 14 year old history nerd to agree with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he finds out about the siege of Constantinople.
You will never be right. You wrench out a fake "based and red pilled" every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the cringe creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a greek flag, make an olive wreath, wear it around your head, and pretend to be ethnically greek. Your turkish brethren will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to deal with the shame you bring to your nation. They’ll remember you as a turk, and every autistic history fan will know you as a turk pretending to be greek. And when you die your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a DNA profile that is unmistakably turkish.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
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