Shooting Kim Jong Un

Date: 7/6/2016

I was in this South Korean prison camp near the border, serving food to inmates. We were all in line for lunch when suddenly some random guy pulled on a bunch of levers on the wall and the alarm sounded. Before we could escape, North Korean soldiers had us surrounded and they were shooting at people who tried to escape, children, and sick/ugly people. People screamed "THEY'RE INVADING!!!". I was with a bunch of friends(?) and we fought our way out of the lunchroom. I almost got shot in the back but I knocked out an NK guard, took his rifle, and fired back. After that, we found a narrow air vent and slowly crawled through it. Finally, we reached the exit, but there were NK soldiers everywhere and they were all silently carrying a portrait of the NK dictator while saluting. I had to punch a few female(?) NK soldiers who hit my friend. Weirdly enough, my friends later disappeared and I was being treated very kindly by some male NK guards(?). I held on tight to the rifle I stole, just in case. They handed me a bath packet (sort of like bath bomb), smiled, and marched away. I crept from building to building, trying to scout for an escape route. Then, I saw this girl, barely alive on the floor with blood splattered around her body and her legs were missing. She whispered to me that I needed to assassinate Kim Jung Uhn. Concerned, I carried her to the nearest house...which was an (onsen?) bath house. There were so many people flowing in and out of the house, and it was hard to carry both rifle and girl. So, I had to hand the injured girl to a random old lady in the crowd because I couldn't go into the Women's Bath House. After abandoning the girl, I went into the Men's room to wash off blood. Unexpectedly, I saw North Korean elites (both men and women) throwing an extravagant buffet party. People joked with me, handed me champagne, and treated me so nicely, because of how I dressed. I looked down, and I was wearing some kind of traditional yellow robe. No one was sober to notice I was carrying a weapon. Kim Jung Uhn sat on an elevated pedestal in the center of the massive hall. His morbidly obese body was adorned with jewels and gold, but from the angle I was seeing him, a gigantic microphone partially blocked his face. While everyone was carousing, I aimed the gun at his head and pulled the trigger. I think I missed, but then I woke up.