A voice in crescendo, echoes, resounds, the Emperor has awaken; speaks:
In the depths of slumber did we plot, long did we plan, we wait no more, now it begins...
Galactic Conquest shall be mine, all will fall beneath the heel of oppression...
What's that sweetie... but but okay just as soon as I take out the garbage...
The sweet one aside, thanks Team Stardock & congrats!