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"And as the Spacewarp streaks silently through the cold darkness of
deep space, its black metal glinting in the light of passing stars, you
can almost hear the cries of dying worlds left in ruin, of countless beings
laid to waste, of countless lives trampled underfoot. And of all I have
done, of all I have commanded, of all I have conquered, nothing has satisfied
me as much as the personal breaking of a single spirit by my own hand."
From 'Spacewarp: Diary of a Conqueror'