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Doctor: What do we have here? Nurse: We're not sure yet doctor, but it is not good. Doctor: What is the name of the patient? Nurse: The patient is named Estela. He called 911 one hour ago and was brought here by ambulance. Doctor: What are his symptoms? Nurse: He seems to be displaying signs of excessive testosterone, as well as sudden bouts of very large memory losses and loss of lower muscle control. Doctor: No, it cannot be... Not another one. Nurse: What is it doctor? Doctor: Those... those are the signs of someone afflicted by THE virus. Nurse: You don't mean?! Doctor: Yes, he is afflicted with Militaries. Quarantine him with the others. The Nurse brought Estela to the quarantine ward. There were currently three other patients in the quarantine ward, the only three to have survived the epidemic of Militaries. Imperia: Thou shalt felt thy wrath, Bacsey! Bacsey: Ye'll nevar get me alive, ahoy! State: SIEG HEIL! NEIN FAILURES WILL NOT KEEP THE REICH DOWN! As the nurse brought Estela to his bed in the ward, Estela began whispering in a low murmur. Estela: Not one of them. Not one of them. Not one of them. Not one of... The nurse left the ward, sighing, and pitying the poor souls afflicted with the plague of Militaries.