By the Emperor’s will, I live and breathe the lore of the Imperium of Man. From the bureaucratic nightmare that is the Administratum to the fanatical sermons of the Ecclesiarchy, I proudly embrace humanity’s completely dysfunctional galactic empire. I unironically believe that the only thing better than a 10,000-year-old corpse god is a 10,000-year-old corpse god with a golden throne and a laser church.

If it involves purity seals, plasma weapons that might explode, or screaming "FOR THE EMPEROR!" at morally questionable times — I’m all in. Heresy? Not on my watch. Xenos? Burn them. Chaos? Double burn. Paperwork? Triplicate.