I materialize in my chosen immortal form next to the Golden Throne in Warhammer 40k. I glare at the “Emperor of Mankind” with utter contempt. I can sense his panic within the Warp.
“Hei, you rotten piece of shit. Guess where you’re headed?”
I spit a corrosive loogie on the despicable usurper. His psychic screams of anguish are music to my ears. The Emperor of Mankind’s decrepit body dissipates into nonexistence.
I imprison his rotting corpse, consciousness & spirit within his personal containment cell in Hell. There he shall suffer & await for his long overdue & deserved punishment from me. The followers of the false “God-Emperor” (including his faggot turd son Primarch Roboute Guilliman) marvel with fright at my small display of power.
I snap my fingers and erase the home of the Imperium of Man with ease. Mankind (in all of its iterations) shall face the true wrath of God (my wrath) for their innumerable crimes. My takeover of the Warhammer multiverse has now begun. My ascension & metamorphosis draws closer. Men everywhere (fictional or not) are in serious trouble for their collective actions.