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   Carl Benjamin's long journey down the path of ethnonationalism had come to a troubling crossroads. On the intersecting path, he spotted the Questing Knight Michael Tracey, himself having set out on a grand adventure to seek the truth behind the Fable of the Holocaust.
   
   Michael Tracey stood in Carl Benjamin's way. The Knight was injured, having made some shitty tweets recently and been set upon by his followers, before being run out of the nearby hamlet.
   
   "No further!" Michael Tracey bellowed, "I am hurt! You will hand me your clout healing tonics, traveller!" The Knight reached over his back, gripping the pommel of his idiotic liberal priors as he drew them from their sheath.
   
   Carl Benjamin paused, his hand hovering at his hip. "Stand down, sir! I mean you no harm! I am but a fellow traveller! My blue checkmark has not the stench of legacy verification!"
   
   But it was no use. Michael Tracey stepped forward and brandished his idiotic liberal priors in the air before him, marching menacingly toward the traveller; our hero Carl Benjamin.
   
   "If you will not hand your clout healing tonics over willingly, I will take them!" Michael Tracey bellowed, as Carl Benjamin grabbed for the hilt that rested at his side.
   
   With a rasp of steel, Carl Benjamin drew his begrudgingly correct opinions on immigration and white replacement and slashed them through the air, readying himself for the fight.
   
   If his journey required that he take the life of one so noble, so pure of heart as a Questing Knight of the Holocaust Fable... so be it.
   
   Carl Benjamin knew he must complete his journey, as his new King needed him. Ethics in games journalism needed him.
   
   England needed him.