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Here is the sad story of PinkMan :

PinkMan was The man.

When they came, he took his gun and his fire extinguisher, and went to fight. The world was burning,
the universe already conquered. This was hopeless. But, with PinkMan across their path,
they had to struggle more than they thought.
Countless of them felt. Monster's blood filled oceans. So, their soulless generals decided to invoke the ghosts.
Despite his courage, despite his bravery, PinkMan began to lose battles. Battles after battles, he lost.
After weeks, he was so exhausted. So sad. Broken.
On a stormy night, in his room, watching the light of flames eating the city while listening Leonard Cohen, he mourned,
lying on his bed. He knew about the ending. Suddenly, his eyes wide opened, he became aware of the meaning of life.
Skies shall be torn, mankind shall be annihilated, there was a last battle to lead.
A last battle to win.
Dance in the face of death.
Drink a last milkshake.
And fuck them all.

Go PinkMan ! Go !

May the fruits and the milk be with you.