Editing The Empire (Warhammer Fantasy) (section)

===The Clusterfuck===
As badly as Drakwald was doing after the defeat, they still had enough money to bribe their way into the Emperor's lofty seat a few times. And boy were they some corrupt fucks, caring far too much for [[Slaanesh|their own pleasure]] than they cared for the Empire. One of particular note was the fat fuck named Ludwig the Fat, who elevated his [[Hobbits|Halfling]] chef into an Elector Count, giving the little hobbits their own vote for the Emperor - a fact that they will never shut up about. (He also got to troll the two provinces under which the Moot had initially belonged, because the daughters of their Counts had given him cold shoulder.)

This sort of incredibly decadent fuckery continued and escalated for over a hundred years, and it was finally brought to an end by a bunch of [[Skaven|rat men out of fucking nowhere]]. They popped up, spread plagues everywhere, conquered roughly half the Empire, and drove its people into infighting and [[Chaos]]. Quick and decisive action was required if anything was to be saved, and so the current ruler (and incidentally Ludwig's son), Boris the Incompetent... well, the populace gave him that name, what the fuck did you expect he was like? Obviously he and his court locked themselves into his palace to party and wait for it to blow over. Instead they all got killed by the Skaven, who let him live just long enough to gloat over their impending victory to him.

Most of the Empire easily fell to Skaven, but there was one badass named Graf Mandred von Zelt, that decided he wouldn't be putting up with this shit. So he rode down from Middenheim and spent the next nine years rallying the human defenders and kicking the disgusting furries out of their land. Subsequently he was elected the new Emperor, nicknamed "Ratslayer", and dissolved the province of Drakwald to punish them for their fucktarded rule.

Mandred went on to slowly rebuild the Empire for the next twenty-five years, before the Skaven killed him in his sleep for revenge of their defeat. Afterwards the Empire would pretty much forget they even existed (partly due to Skaven machinations, partly due to bureaucratic incompetence, but mostly because the writers gobble on furry cock and suck at their jobs), and instead followed on with another four hundred years of decline, only this time in the name of [[Khorne|war]] instead of decadence. Hilarity ensued when two guys, a girl, <s>and a pizza place</s> simultaneously declared themselves the Emperor, and fun was to be had for all - unless they died, and many did. The Empire pretty much collapsed.