The end of the End Times

In his room in the Imperial palace in Altdorf the Emperor Karl-Franz awakens from his feverish dreams. In his enormous bedroom he could see throngs of servants and priests busteling about. "Balthasar..." he calls weakly to the supreme patriarch, "..what's going on?" Gelt swiftly walks over to his Lords bedside. "My Emperor. You are awake. How are you fee... EEEEW!" Karl-Franz vomits on the supreme patriarch's shoes. Whiping his mouth with his blanket the Emperor muffles an apology "...sorry...". "No problem my liege." he replies and with a mumbled spell and some wiggeling of his fingers the vomit disappears leaving the shoes as good as new. "What happened?" Karl-Franz asks "Why are we still alive?" The Patriarch looks at him in puzzlement. "My Lord? Still alive? I don't know what you mean." Karl-Franz tells Gelt the tale of the End Times and the Age of Sigmar. Even behind his mask the supreme patriarch looks like he is having trouble not to laugh out loud. "My Emperor, you have been bedridden with a severe fever for 4 days now!". "The world did not end. And Sigmar did not come down from the heavens. It was all a dream." Karl-Franz's head was aching like an anvil which was being hammered by a Dwarfen runesmith. "What happened?" he asked weakly. Gelt is clearly looking uncomfortable at the question. "Perhaps someone else should tell you..." he says looking down at his spotless clean shoes in embarrassment. "Tell me Balthasar." he demands. "But make it quick because my head is killing me." With a sigh Gelt starts to recount how Karl-Franz got into a drinking contest with a Dwarfen Slayer envoy. "...so to conclude. Mixing Bugmans brew with Kislevite Vodka and Brettonian wines and then going streaking through the streets of Altdorf and jumping into the Reik was a bad idea, my Emperor." While Gelt was telling his story Karl-Franz sunk ever deeper into his bed pulling his blanket further and further over his head, wishing the world really had ended...