'They've called me a joke before, but it is me who now sits on the throne.'
'They laughed at me when I said that it is my fate to be the Emperor, when I was coronated, none of them are laughing anymore.'
'It is through me that our race climbed at the top of the food chain. It's through my efforts that we became invincible. I deserve this.'
'Still, it isn't enough...it's nowhere near enough.'
'I need more. Just a little bit more.'
The God Emperor sat on his throne. His eyes were closed, basking peaceful silence. He isn't alone in his room, there are several guards on duty with him but none of them dared to make a sound nor even breathe out loud, they don't want to disturb the God Emperor's rest.
Dreams are a rare occurrence for the God Emperor. Sleep is even rarer. So when everyone sees him sleeping, nobody dares to wake him up. After all, they can't afford the price of the Emperor's temper tantrums if he was disturbed.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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