Sound Drums Of War.
Make Sky Aflame.
For Joe.
For Sticks.
Unending Pain!
This is Emperor Utrajoe, immortal ruler and god-king of the infinite souls of the Ultra-Empire, lord of flame and master of lives. Each day my nation looks outwards, seeing the hedonism and decadence of a region fat on it's illusions of purity. You wallow in false accomplishment, seeking only more of the filth that coats your bodies. We come to liberate you from this lie, to show you the true path of service and achievement, to free you of the false freedoms, the glass cage you build around yourselves. We offer this one chance, this momentary glimmer of hope, to repent and see the wisdom of Joe, and join the empire as an ally and brother-child. Renounce your false leaders and see the truth of Ultrajoe.
Our soldiers are filled with the light of Ultra, the fervor of the one true path. The spirit of true freedom runs in their viens, and their rifles are holy weapons of enlightenment. Our battleships stand ready, as godly sentinels to the holy land, and our nation is poised to deliver you the light of truth. Do not seek to resist, for that is a defeat in itself.
One Joe. One Vote. One Chance.
I Am The Joe. The Vote Is Mine. This Is Your One Chance.
For it's insults against the Holy Joe, and continued insubordination, the cleansing will begin with the tiny and broken nation of Xandoras.
May the blood of their children serve as warning to all.
