These are troubled times for our glorious empire. Though the revolution has brought the age of the overman, and though eternal war has proven us as supreme conquerors of the universe, a new threat has emerged from within our borders…
Or should I say…
Over our borders. We witness the birth of a plague, unlike any plague we have ever seen. It does not carry across the air, nor does it fester in fluids. No, it walks among us. The lesser beings will see them as human, but we brothers in arms know better. These are no humans, but half-formed parodies thereof! Look at how they spread their pestilence through the streets, how they bark and clamor in the night like animals! They seek to destroy us! They seek to destroy all that so many of us have fought and died for during the revolution! Oh, but they are deceptive in their ways… They know better than to face us in battle, knowing that the overmen fear no pain. So when they do not bark, they mewl and beg, hoping to infect the minds of the lesser beings, and eventually, ours.
We must end this plague before it grows too great! We must annihilate it with our steel! Extirpate it with flames and cannon fire! Remember that the Blitzkrieg Mistress H. O. Hackeron must survive this mission if our campaign is to succeed. My brothers in arms…
The empire depends on you!
