imagine watching anime you little kid
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Weeb. Chad. Hater. Non-carer. My grandmother used to tell me stories about the old days, a time of peace when the Avatar kept balance between the Weeb Tribes, Chad Kingdom, Hater Nation, and Non-carer Nomads. But that all changed when the Hater Nation attacked. Only the Avatar mastered all four elements. Only he could stop the ruthless haterbenders. But when the world needed him most, he vanished. A hundred years have passed and the Hater Nation is nearing victory in the War. Two years ago, my father and the men of my tribe journeyed to the Chad Kingdom to help fight against the Hater Nation, leaving me and my brother to look after our tribe. Some people believe that the Avatar was never reborn into the Non-carer Nomads, and that the cycle is broken. But I haven't lost hope. I still believe that somehow, the Avatar will return to save the world.