I had a strange dream about Hiro last night wherein he gave me a ring on my cell phone to talk to me about something I posted on /qa/. How he got the number I had no idea but I did appreciate the admin of 4chan calling me up to talk about things when I'm so lonely otherwise.

I tried to explain my point of view to him but he wasn't making any sense at all. He was speaking perfect English but the answers he was giving made no sense in the context. What's more the idea of speaking to him when he had no accent made no sense so my sleeping brain retconned the process and gave him a fucking French accent instead. Anyhow something happened and me and my mum had to go to a Walmart in Paris to meet the big nosed bastard and for whatever reason there was wall to wall pickles because that's what the French were known for in my dream. So while browsing these pickles Hiro snuck up on my mum and scared her just to have a giggle

Apparently some sort of holy week was going in France at the time and everyone was playing Quake. I've never played Quake a day in my life but apparently my brain felt it was something to throw in the dream. Hiro's point of view is that during this holy week 4channers should get together and play in a Quake clan to fight the Russians who apparently also celebrated this holy week just for the opposite reason like France and Russia fought in some epic Quake war in the past they commemorate for one week out of the year.

I agreed with Hiro's notions because I'm quite suggestible and agreeable in my dreams and then promptly woke up

The moral to this story is that your Hiros never live up to your dreams of them.