Picture this, if you will.
Somehow, our returning Primarch manages to get close to the Golden Throne (before they decide he's got
to die). He takes a look at the readings and starts flipping switches. They drag him away from it, and they're about to kill him ... and the Throne opens
up. And the Emperor steps out.
He's fully healed. He's been fully healed, the survivors will later learn, for over nine thousand
years. Fortunately, there was enough mental stimulus that he didn't go insane. But since that mental stimulus included up-to-the-second
updates on what these imbeciles were doing to his atheistic Imperium, he is very
very VERY angry. And unless some of the Ecclesiarchs are either so power-hungry or so far gone in their
whackjob religion that they're willing to commit deicide, His Divine Majesty (and boy does he hate that title) is about to
deliver the Absolute Mother of All Righteous Asskickings....
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Big Brother is watching you. And damn, you are so bloody BORING.
Somehow, our returning Primarch manages to get close to the Golden Throne (before they decide he's got
to die). He takes a look at the readings and starts flipping switches. They drag him away from it, and they're about to kill him ... and the Throne opens
up. And the Emperor steps out.
He's fully healed. He's been fully healed, the survivors will later learn, for over nine thousand
years. Fortunately, there was enough mental stimulus that he didn't go insane. But since that mental stimulus included up-to-the-second
updates on what these imbeciles were doing to his atheistic Imperium, he is very
very VERY angry. And unless some of the Ecclesiarchs are either so power-hungry or so far gone in their
whackjob religion that they're willing to commit deicide, His Divine Majesty (and boy does he hate that title) is about to
deliver the Absolute Mother of All Righteous Asskickings....
-----
Big Brother is watching you. And damn, you are so bloody BORING.