Imagine, 6th of June 1944. Hans, Ludwig and Erwin of the 352nd Infantry Division are terrified as hundreds of allied landing craft head towards the shore.

"Vat is that sound?" Ludwig asks, cocking his ear.
Over the crash of waves, the hum of engines, the crash of exploding bombs Hans can faintly hear voices coming from the appropaching vessels.

"Did you just assume my gender?"
"You need to check your privilege!"
""So says the white male!"
"Down with the patriachy!"
"You got a Masters degree? Shout out to your white privilege!"
"Stop appropriating black culture!"

They are excited. They have trained as Jesus' gym for weeks for this moment. Throwing pitter pat punches at punchbags (not too hard in case it hurts! Taking shots at the fireing range (susing toy guns so nobody gets triggered by the loud noises. Practising throwing grenades at gender-neutral cutouts of Nazi soldiers. Practising their war cry of "Nazi scum, off our streets!" asnd "sing it loud, sing it clear.Nazis are not welcome here!"

They are ready. Tyler is a purple haired, 50 year old gender studies professor sleeping with his students. Mary-Beth, a non-bnary, gender-fluid, transexual, dragon-kin with self-diagnosed ADD and self-diagnoised multi-personality syndrome. She is clutching her organic mace made from organic kale tightly in her meaty hand. Next to her is Ralph. He is eating cheetoes. He is wearing a fedora instead of a helmet. He is ready for war, unless it involves running more than 5 yards.Brett is next, or Captain Cuck to his friends. He is 5'5, wearing a Che Guerrera shirt and is draped in the communist flag. At home his girlfriend will be safe, she has 6'5 Marlon to take care of her. Charles knows he will take good care of his girlfriend.

They are all rady for war. They have trained for this in a gender-neutral, safe-space gymnasium free from heteronormative macho gym culture. They are ready.

Hans glances at Erwin. The fear is gone. Time seems to slow as the landing boats reach the beach. Charging up the beach storm a 100 scrawny white males and female with a token Muslim in a hijab and one overweight black woman waddling behind. "Nazi scum, off our beach!" goes the screech. The sound of low-testestosterone males screeching sounding eerily similar to that of the chubby, blue-haired, hairy-legged, bespectacled women alongside them. Their leader, a Jesus look-alike shouts above the din. "Lean in, turn hips for momentum, and follow through once, striking the jaw — that’s how to punch a Na....." his words cut off as a bullet passes through his jaw.

Silence. The rampaging horde gape at their deceased leader.

"You need to check your priv...." BANGF! A shot rings out, a purple haired head explodes spraying blood over the MLP t-shirt worn by the out-of-breath neckbeard alongside her. He is next to go, his blood mixing in with the cheeto stains on Pinkie Pies head.

The battle is short. Most of the bodies are motionless but one still twitches. She has short, half-blue, half-purple hair. Her ears, nose and eyebrows are pierced. Her fingernails painted with rainbow stripes. "They didn't check their privilege. They didn't check their privilege. They didn't check their privilige" she mutters, over and over again. The one next to her, 5'11, skinny, a bad goatee and a Rick and Morty shirt is curled in the foetal position. "This is my safe space. Nothing can hurt me in my safe space!"

"She's still alive!" Hans shouts, poking the female with his bayonet. Instantly her eyes narrow, her ears twitch. "Did you just assume my gender!" she screeches. Gazing in fury at the white, cis-gender man in front of her.

Hans smiles. Bang.