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Emperor Quintana: (annoyed) Get on with it, man!
Oh! ahem Of course, sorry. And now, on with the show!
Prologue:
Dateline: Saturday, January 6, 2007.
It was 1600 hours EDT in the Quintana Residence, and young Lazaro Quintana, Jr., a single college guy, had nothing left to plan in his world domination scheme, in which he couldn't begin at all, so he decided to surf the Net in his Hewlett-Packard (HP) Pavilion E-Notebook.
Until a few moments later, he received an urgent E-mail message from an anonymous sender. Boldly realizing that this could be a trap, he decided to approach the unknown message with caution, so as to read it thoroughly:
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Subject: Welcome, O Mighty Emperor!
Date: 1/6/2007 1:05:42 A.M. Eastern Daylight Time
From: The Imperial Seers
To: "The Emperor"
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Lord and Master:
This is an urgently dire situation; please do not delete it!
We are nothing more than a scattered group of Imperial Seers of the Old Imperial Remnant from the former Galactic Empire, for it has been founded "long ago, in a galaxy far, far away". We were called upon to recruit even the most ambitious beings on this living planet you call Earth to find the perfect Emperor. We hope you will be proven worthy of this offer; maybe you will rule your own home galaxy (if your kind on Earth has the technology for space establishment & travel). And that's not all in our proposal: your residence will become a giant Imperial Palace in the middle of a desolate landform of your proper selection, you shall receive a sufficient amount of midichlorians (as well as Dark Side Force training), and all of your staff & soldiers will be at your disposal, ready and awaiting your further instructions. Until next time, your Eminence...
Yours in the name of the Force,
Jefferey Bladewell
Grand Moff, Imperial Remnant
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Then suddenly, after reading it for nearly a minute or two, a surging blast of Dark Side energy exploded from the laptop throughout the neighborhood within a 10-mile radius. And then, a few minutes later, the blast radius glowed softly and gradually disappeared.
After the "harmless blast", nothing happened, but few seconds later, the Quintana Residence was successfully transported to the Executive Committee Range, located in Antarctica, right after the Residence itself began to transform into a gargantuan, majestic, and unimaginably statuesque castle/fortress.
Lazaro Quintana, Jr., who now became Emperor Quintana, was so amazed to see that his sci-fi fantasy was just beginning to come true.
"WOAH! It's even better than I've ever imagined!" he said. He added, "There is so much ground to conquer, I definitely don't know where to start!"
So, he decided to conquer other unclaimed Antarctic territories. Later, he began to travel overseas, opening businesses, mines, farms & industries, and pressuring all corrupt government organizations to relinquish their power that permitted them to hide all natural cures in order to have them sold to the public.
And so, having done just that (along with a long, but very inspiring speech), the world, including consumer rights advocate leader Kevin Trudeau, profusely thanked the Emperor for the aid of promoting health awareness, life concern, and longevity. And on that moment forward, they all have decided to officially swear their allegiance to the Imperial Order of the Quintana Empire. In exchange for joining the Imperial Cause, they had to relinquish all of their patriotic freedoms, beliefs, and ideologies in order to prevent any & all chances of betrayal.
As more and more supporters grew, humankind turned its attention to the Quintana Empire. It soon became famous for its newfound beneficial totalitarian ideological government in which is commonly known as Quintanization. Wealth grew as well. Soon, the Emperor owned priceless artifacts and valuable technologies in order to prove his worth.
Now that the Emperor has become close to achieving his full potential, while surfing the Net, he has recently discovered a place in which he could spend his time off going on adventures. So he publicly announced that he shall undergo "temporarily suspended retirement" in an interdimensional world in which legends refer to as "the PokeWorld". After having said that, he has sent one of his most trusted governors to take his place.
"Are you sure about this, your Excellency?" asked Amah al-Assad.
"I am most confident that you shall get the job until I return." the Emperor assured. "And as for the rest of you…" he added. "Fire up The Imperial Corporatist!"
With a confident smile and raw, determined nerves of steel, the Emperor rode off to the Grand Imperial Airbase in Antarctica, where he waved a fond farewell to his fellow public (for now). With another confident smile, the Emperor has finally said his final words to his eager public, "Do not despair, my comrades; for as General Douglas MacArthur used to say: 'I shall return!'".
As the Emperor prepared for takeoff in his massive Imperial TimeSpace Craft, he declared a firm order: "Captain Fromm, lightspeed to PokeWorld."
"Aye-aye, your Greatness", replied the Captain.
And so...
The Legend Begins!
