It is the 41st Millennium. For more than a hundred centuries the Emperor of X has sat immobile inside a golden circuit board. He is the master of no one by the will of the programmers and slave to a million teenagers by the might of file sharing. He is a rotting set of bits writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Techbros. He is the Carrion Lord of the vast Imperium of The Sims whose soul is tormented a thousand times every day so that He may never truly die.
It is the 41st Millennium. For more than a hundred centuries the Emperor of X has sat immobile inside a golden circuit board. He is the master of no one by the will of the programmers and slave to a million teenagers by the might of file sharing. He is a rotting set of bits writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Techbros. He is the Carrion Lord of the vast Imperium of The Sims whose soul is tormented a thousand times every day so that He may never truly die.