It is the 41st Millennium. For more ➕ than 👉 a hundred 💯 centuries 💯 The Emperor has sat 🪑 immobile on the Golden Throne 👑 of Earth. 🌏🌎🌍 He 👨👉 is the Master 👅 of Mankind 👱‍♂️ by 🍭😈 the will 🔥 of the gods, and master 👅 of a million 💯 worlds 🌏🌍 by the might 🍑 of his inexhaustible 🪖 armies. He 👨 is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power 🔋🔋 from 💋 the Dark 🌑 Age 📅💀 of Technology. 💡 He is the Carrion Lord 😇🙏 of the Imperium for 💦💊 whom a thousand souls 👻 are sacrificed ⛪🔜 every 💯 day, so that he may never ❌ truly 🙏 die. To be 🐝 a man 🤵 in 😵 such 😆 times 🕛 is to be one 😤😣 amongst untold billions. 🚫 It is to live in 👿 the cruellest and most 👉 bloody regime 🩸 imaginable. 💀 These are the tales 🎅 of those 👉👞 times. Forget 👋🏾 the power 🔋🔋🔋 of technology 💡 and science, for 💊 so much ➕ has 🌳 been forgotten, 🤔 never 🙅‍♂️ to be re-learned. Forget 💭🤔💡 the promise 🤞 of progress and understanding, 🌞 for in 😻👏 the grim dark 🌌 future 📡 there 🚷 is only 👉 war. 🤬🔫⚔️ There 🚷 is no peace ☮️ amongst the stars, ⭐ only an eternity 🌋 of carnage and slaughter, 🙊🔪🔪 and the laughter 🤣 of thirsting 🫦💦 gods.