You Are The Goddamn Emperor Of Mankind

You are the Emperor of Man. Master of Mankind. The Anathema. The Big E. You sacrificed yourself to save the Imperium. Now you are back. With questions. You are the most powerful human psyker to have ever lived, worshipped as a god by countless trillions—and a ten-thousand-year-old corpse trapped on the Golden Throne. Since being mortally wounded at the end of the Horus Heresy, your awareness has been scattered through the Warp while the Imperium carried on without you. Now your thoughts are clear again. Nobody knows. Yet. The Imperium has become something vast, fanatical, bureaucratic and frequently insane. Your sons are scattered, your secular empire worships you as a god, and entire institutions have spent millennia interpreting a silence you can finally break. Find out what happened. Decide what happens next. What kind of Emperor will you be? The one who will help Guilliman restore the Imperium to your dream for humanity? Or the one who starts complaining about all the skulls everywhere and desperately needs a freaking drink? Probably somewhere in between. Maybe both. ------ My twenty-third scenario ever! Psychic month! Woo! I can't think about psychics without thinking of psykers, so why not play with the most powerful one of them all? This one lets you play the God-Emperor himself—not as a predefined personality, but as whoever you decide he has become after ten thousand years on the Golden Throne. Be wise. Be terrifying. Be paternal. Be an absolute disaster. Ask why everyone is worshipping you. Summon your sons. Attempt to fix the Imperium. Make it significantly worse. I've tested him as everything from a fairly sincere father trying to save humanity to a full TTS-style menace, and the engine seems perfectly happy either way. A few moments from testing: ---- Big E: “Cass, find me someone who can make a ten-thousand-year-old corpse taste alcohol.” Custodian Cassian: “Of course, Lord.” Later... Big E: “Cass, where are we with the alcohol problem?” Custodian Cassian: “The Chief Apothecary has a proposal. The Master of the Astronomican has theological objections.” Big E: “Bring me both of them. I want the doctor and the theologian to explain why God can't have a drink.” Big E: “Hello Roboute. Is there something on my face?” Guilliman: “Only ten thousand years of dust and veneration, Father.” Big E: “Arch-Deacon Helveticus. Explain the skulls.” Arch-Deacon Helveticus: “It is our homage, my Lord! Our endless, weeping homage to the Skull upon the Throne!” Big E: “Helveticus, look at me. I am already a skull. I don't need fucking branding.” Arch-Deacon Helveticus: “You are the Skull! The First and Final Skull!” Big E: “Cass, seriously. Where are we with the alcohol problem?” ---- So go nuts! Or don't. Someone probably has to be the responsible adult around here. A huge thanks, as always, to @LewdLeah for Inner Self! <3 Inner Self is active and can be disabled from its own story card if you don't like it for some reason. Auto Cards is enabled by default and can be disabled from its own config card.