Split our team.

The giant consumer was not due in today; apparently he was battling one of his maladies again. However, he came in anyway, no doubt attempting to impress the Great General. He’s the favourite, you know. The chosen, the selected, the one who will lead us on to battle, the one who represents an echelon we commoners can only dream to achieve.

The very thought annoys me to no end. Whilst I’m out battling enemy hordes, bringing victory after victory to our army, he is no where to be seen in battle, and apparently under siege from a deadly illness. I'm acknowledged among our troops to be the superior one, yet who is favoured by the Emperor?

Let them unambiguously celebrate their mediocrity and demonstrate their vanity - come the time for the War, I will prove them all wrong. They will all beg me to forgive them, beg for my forgiveness, and they will beg me to accept the throne and lead them forth.

Lead them forth. Lead them forth. Lead them forth. Lead them forth. They shall beg me to lead them forth. Lead them forth. Let it be understood I will lead them forth. Lead them forth. Lead them forth. I shall lead them forth.