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It was the year 2021.

The year Joe Biden became president.

The year Donald Trump finally got what he deserved.

What is Trump doing now you might ask? Well, he's been busy trying, and ultimately failing, to keep a low profile since his departure from the White house. Of course, that didn't stop him from being a racist asshole. Just now he got kicked out of a convenient store after cursing out a black lady for, get this, looking at him.

"Fucking bitch, she should go die in a ditch and the take the rest of her race with her."

Trump had begun walking towards his car, which was on the other side of the road, and began muttering incoherent curses at everything and anything. Being the idiot that he was, he had forgotten to check for cars before crossing. You can guess how that went.

Crash

Skrrrrt

Vee~Uuu~Vee~Uuu

Beep-beep-beep-beeeeeeeeeeeeeep-

Yep, he died.

Of-fucking-course God had other plans and decided the politician deserved 'better' and he was thrown into a new world, with a new extremely overpowered ability.

This was the start of Trump's suffering filled journey in the world of Re:Zero

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Trump woke up in the middle of the street in some old looking town.

'Ugh, where am I?'

He began to look around not understanding where he was, or how he got there. Then he saw his worst nightmare come true, he saw people who weren't just different colored, but they also had extra features.

Trump sat there and began hyperventilating.

Soon, he realized he was getting nowhere with this and got up to explore, or he would have explored if it wasn't for the fact that the first alleyway he went into he was stopped by three muggers.

"Hey you, give us all your money and we'll let you live!"

"Do you know who I am! I am the former president of the United States of America! I'm not scared of you!" Trump exclaimed, expecting them to run away out of fear.

"We don't care what you call yourself you senile old hag! We want your money and valuables!"

Trump was about to start ranting again, but before he could a blonde haired girl ran through the alley and onto the roof, leaving the 4 men perplexed.

"Would that have happened to calm you down?" Trump was getting scared now, it seemed like no one knew him.

"No, that just made our mood worse. Now give us your money!"

Trump pulled out his wallet and threw at them.

"What is this garbage! There is nothing in here with value? What's this blue card thing? You think this is a joke, huh? We'll teach you!"

The thugs began beating up the old wrinkly man, while all he could do was curse his luck. Just as he was about to fall unconscious a beautiful voice cut through the air like a knife.

"Have any of you seen my insignia, or the girl who took it? I can't seem to find it."

"Wait, so you're telling me you aren't here to save this fellow?"

"No, I don't even know him and he looks disgusting."

"Oh, well we did see a girl run that way in a hurry so you should check there."

"Ok thank you."

As the girl began to walk away the thugs continued to beat up the politician.

She then abruptly stopped.

"Even if I don't know the guy, I still can't overlook what you're doing, so I'll have to kindly ask you to stop," the half-elf said, with a dozen ice crystals forming behind her.

"Guys, it's a magic user we gotta run!"

They ran as if their lives depended it on it, which it did, not even turning around to look.

"Are you ok sir? Do you ne-"

"Emilia! Get back I sense extreme amounts of malicious intent from him! Though it seems like it's focused on everything and not just you, but we still gotta be careful."

Trump began to get up, but kept on falling. So Emilia, ignoring Puck's warning helped him up. When he saw her, he got a lecherous look on his face.

"Hey there girl, how about you and me spend the night at a hotel? My treat."

Instead of a night out with a hot girl, Trump got an icicle through the chest. Courtesy of a certain cat spirit.

Yep, he died again

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