It is the 41st Millenium. For more than a hundred centuries the Rap God of Mankind has sat immobile on his Golden Oscar. He is the master of mankind by the living will of Rap Itself and master of a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible lyrics. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Golden 1990s of Rap. He is the Rap Battler of the vast Imperium of Man for whom a thousand fans are sacrificed every day so that he may never truly die. Yet even in his deathless state, the Rap God continues his eternal vigilance. Mighty battlefleets crosse the daemon-infested miasma of the Warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by the B-Rabbit Beacon, the psychic manifestation of the Rap God's will. Vast armies freestyle in His name on uncounted arenas. Greatest amongst his solders are the Adeptus Raptartes, the Space Rappers, bio-engineered super-rappers. Their comrades in arms are legion; Shady Records and countless planetary defense rappers, the ever vigilant Paul Rosenburg and the rap-priests of RapGenius.com to name only a few. But for all their multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat to Rap from Lil Wayne, Nicki Minaj, 2Chainz, the rest of Young Money -- and far, far worse. To be a man in such a time is to be one amongst untold billions. It is to live in the cruelest and most bloody regime imaginable. These are the tales of those times. Forget the power of technology and science, for so much has been forgotten, never to be relearned. Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for in the grim dark future there is only war and Rap Itself. There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of beef and rap battles, and the laughter of thirsting Stans.



The God Emperor suddenly comes back to life, only with Eminem replacing his mind. He still has all the powers of the original GEOM.



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