Editing Emperor's To-Do List

== The Emperor's list of Things to do after Resurrection ==

The God-Emperor of Mankind has been taking a bit of a breather lately, but don't think that he has stopped caring and looking after humanity. As a matter of fact, the [[Adeptus Custodes]] happens to have this reassuring list of things that the Emperor intends to do once he's finished taking a little nap, and had a good breakfast.

== The Holy List (in no particular order) ==
[[File:TheLiterallyImmortalGodEmperorOfMankind.jpg|300px|thumb|"Your faith in The Emperor shall assuredly be rewarded."]]
<!-- the joke is that the <s>Emperor of Mankind is truly and honestly a hero</s>,(OR IS HE?!?!?)(No, he wasn't, he was a liar, a tyrant and a galactic asshole who sought authoritarian dominion over all Humanity.) but in his absence the people running the Empire are corrupt and GRIMDARK. Thus the "improvements" of this list by Adeptus Custodes and the Commissars of the Imperial Guard. -->

# Get better power armor.
# Scratch that itch that has been bugging the shit out of me for the last 10,000 years.
# Wipe out the Imperiu-{{BLAM|HERESY!}}
# <s>Rebuild the Imperium to its former glory.</s> Implying that the Imperium has weakened?!      {{BLAM}}
# Make peace with the Tau and trade technology with them.
# Make peace with the Eldar and trade technology with them.
# Pacify the Orks and keep them alive for gladiator sports or target practice for the Space Marines.
# Put the Dark Eldar in Rehab.
# Wipe out the C'tan, starting with the Deceiver for beating me at poker eleven thousand years ago... jerk.
# <s>Wipe out the Necrons.</s> On second thought, keep them around after wiping out the C'tan but kill the ones that can still think, then make them serve Humanity as an tireless, utterly loyal, and unkillable army and reverse engineer their tech. Those infinitely fast inertialess drives will free me from having to power this damned Astronomicon and power armor, ships, and weapons made out of necrodermis would kick ass. Heck, we could take the entire universe with their inertialess drives.
# Teach the [[Tau]] how to fight in Melee. Then when they totally forget about their ranged weapons<s>*We will never know what this said thanks to a dick commissar*</s> ''Information packet retrieved from data segmentum sector ETDL666100934. Displaying text stream:'' we {{BLAM|BLAM}} them with our Bolters! 
# Purge Chaos from the universe and seal the Eye of Terror.
# <s>Tell the Sisters of Battle they can have sex with men and not to be pedophiles anymore. {{BLAM| or be dyke lezbos.}}</s> <s>Which would be great if it weren't for the fact that there's no rules against Sisters of Battle having sex with men. Nor have there ever been. The author of the original bullet point must have tried to get it on with a SoB cosplayer at a convention, with predictable results.</s> Except, of course, that Sisters have their vagoos sewn shut upon induction. Of course we can just re-open them. Fuck, what am I thinking!!!

# Teach the Commissars <s>NOT to kill the Guardsmen they lead.</s> To not kill as often. More at once, maybe. But not as often. Make it <s>Tuesday</s> Monday. Nobody likes Mondays anyways.
# <strike>Marry Macha and fuck the Eldar out of her! Then have 40,000 babies with her!!!!!!!!!! ''-Deemed as #1 Priority by [[Creed]] and the Blood Ravens (particularly by [[Gabriel Angelos]] and [[Indrick Boreale]].)''<br/>(wait, how did Creed get in here and scribble on my to-do list?  ''CREEEEEEEEEED!'')</strike> <s>The Emperor hated aliens as much as he hated Chaos. Fact, that part wasn't cooked up by the High Lords.</s> <s>BULLSHIT I WROTE THIS LIST</s> <s>Order the Ordo Xenos (or "persuade" Slaanesh, whichever works) to find a method to turn Macha human (while preserving her sexiness), and THEN have 40.000 babies with her!</s> <s>[[Gabriel Angelos]] already has dibs on her from what I hear.</s> HOW DARE ANGELOS TRY AND MAKE OFF WITH MY VIRGIN BRIDE!
# Eat a live [[Carnifex]] without the aid of sauces.
# Eat another live [[Carnifex]] with the aid of sauces.
# Turn yet Another Carnifex into sauce, while living, and use that as a sauce for the last Carnifex that doesn't fear me.
# Further expand the Warhammer 40K storyline without the interference of Workshop.
# Destroy the enemies of the Imperium.
# Teach the Imperial Guard generals some actual tactics other than sending thousands of Guardsmen to take a hill outpost.
# Tell the Adeptus Mechanicus to stop keeping secrets and actually try to advance technology and reverse-engineer Xeno-tech so we don't have to rely on whatever scraps the Dark age of Technology left us. Threaten to Exterminatus Mars if they don't.
# Replace the Imperial Guardsmen <strike>Flashlights</strike> Lasguns with something that can ''actually'' do shit. Guardsmen with Pulse Rifles and Gauss Flayers HELL YEA!!!!! {{BLAM}} Heresy! His weaponry shall remain pure of your foul, xenos taint! {{BLAM}}
# Gather every Guardsman, Astartes, Inquisition dudes, Sororitas, Commissars... hell, everyone in the Imperium of Man, give them weapons, have them surround the Eye of Terror and ''then'' let the Greatest of all Holy shitstorms ensue.
# Personally execute Fulgrim, Perturabo, Angron and the rest of them traitor Primarchs.. ''after'' the Inquisition has given them a proper torturing.  
# Outangry Angron, outsex Fulgrim, outfortify Perturabo, outwit Magnus, outpreach Lorgar, and... I'll think of something Mortarion is good at that won't make me want to puke and beat him at it. Oh wait, huffing deadly poisons.
# Beat Khorne in an arm wrestling match, thus avenging my prior defeat at his hands, then rip his arm off and beat him to death with it.
# Show Slaanesh my dick and watch as he kills him/her/itself because of envy! If he doesn't, just dickslap the bitch into Khorne's arms and eat popcorn while hilarity ensues.
# Hug Papa Nurgle and remain pure. 
# Devise a scheme so elaborate and complex that I'll be the one to say "Just as planned" to Tzeentch. 
# Give Alpharius and Omegon a hug for staying secretly loyal and fighting Chaos from within for ten thousand years, then ground them for a decade for all the damage they did in the process.
# Outdick [[Eldrad]]. Then screw both of his daughters in front of him. Again.
# <strike>Issue a order to the Inquisition and the Commissariat that Porn is ''not'' Heresy. {{BLAM|However, fantasizing about porn is giving in to excess so it's still heresy; all porn is to be given to your local Commissar for review.}} Watching porn in the first place is giving one's self to excess and is thus, heresy.</strike> The commissariat already permits the distribution of soft-porn to people, especially guardsman. see - novel Rebel Winter you faggots
# Go back in time and tell the dumb fuck at Workshop [[Matthew Ward]] who fucked up the 5th Edition of Codex Astartes that "He's doing it wrong," the dude to made the Imperial Guard better that "He's doing it right,"(Tomb kings and Tyranids disagree), then go to the guy who decided to give the Guard flashlights and take him to the Inquisition to be properly tortured.
# <s>If it exists, there is pMMMMFFF</s>{{BLAM}}{{BLAM|WHO LET FULGRIM IN ???}} Recognize /tg/ for its greatness. 
# <s>Permit Space Marines and Sisters of Battle to date. {{BLAM|to breed and create an incorruptible warrior race that will serve in <s>his</s> my name.}} Well, the Astartes call themselves my Sons, and the Sororitas say they're my Daughters... maybe this plan is a wee bit awkward? But I want grandkids, and the last time I was a dad, my son Horus went and ruined Christmas for everybody.</s> <s>Space Marines are sterile.</s> They ain't; in fact, testosterone is essential to their metabolism. They're just conditioned to not have a sex drive. But any conditioning can be broken, [[Space Wolves|right?]]
# Be a better father to the rest of my sons, as not to spark another shitstorm that will inevitably cripple me for another few millennia.
# Go on a deer-hunting trip with some [[Vindicare]] and bag more kills than him using <s>an Exitus Rifle</s> a <s>Long Las</s> <s>FUCKING LASPISTOL!!!</s> MY KICKASS FLAY-WITH-MY-MIND POWERS!!!
# Overshadow an Eversor Assassin during his dynamic entry.
# Deceive a Callidus Assassin with disguises and trick her into having a romantic relationship with me.
# Outbrood a Culexus Assassin and still remain awesome. 
# Deceive the C'tan false God "The Deceiver" by tricking him into giving over control of the Necrons to me.
# Find out what if anything is chasing the Tyranids and see if they're friendly. If not: Launch the prototype promethium planetary bombardment torpedo.
# <s>Smack that sorry excuse for a [[Space Marine|"Space Marine"]] [[Indrick Boreale]] for giving me the nickname "Emprah."  C'mon Indrick, you want people to call you "Drick" for short?</s> Commend Boreale for his greatness and sanction the construction of BOREALUM, while declaring Boreale to be the Spiritual Lingerie of the Space Marines.
# Once again outdick Eldrad in the game of his choice, forcing him to ragequit.
# Beat a Lord of Change Greater Daemon in a game of Chess with only 5 moves.
# Make a better emergency life support system as a safeguard if things for some reason go south. By that I mean make some kinda Emperor Dreadnought or some shit like that so I can still do my job instead of all this being a decaying corpse on some tricked out toilet worshipped by the entire population... did I mention how much this sucks?
# Outright skullfuck Slaanesh for making something so good be so wrong and heretical.
# Eliminate masturbation across the Imperium <s>and in its place have sanctioned sex workers as part of the socialized medical program</s> <s>{{BLAM|because it is HERESY, and any fa/tg/uys caught doing it be sent to the Inquisitional training academy to be used as "test-subjects" for the Inquisitors in training, or sent of to Adeptus Mechanicus to be turned into servitors.}}</s> (no, I think I had it right before) so nobody will be stuck comforting themselves alone ever again.
# Send search parties throughout the Empire to find that awesome excuse for a Space [[Viking]], [[Leman Russ]], and if he's found alive, hand his ass to him like I did before I got stuck on this throne.
# Prove the existence of the [[Alpha Legion]].
# Expand the Imperium to a intergalactic empire.  <strike>Tyranids had to have come from SOMEwhere habitable.</strike> They terraform planets to their liking. So even if there were planets that were habitable there's no guarantee that humans can live on them. And secondly that would be irrelevant because they would be consumed by the Tyranids anyway.
# Create a special rule just for myself so that instead of just ''one'' unit as a scout, I field an ENTIRE REGIMENT'S worth of troops as scouts. <strike>(thus people will stop using Creed's name and will start saying EMPERRRRROOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRR!!1!!!one!!!!)</strike> We already do this.
# Beat a Commissar at a Western-Style shootout. {{BLAM}} {{BLAM|You cannot defeat us!}}
# Recognize the Legion of the Damned for their awesomeness and badassery.
# <strike>Apologize to Magnus for not listening to his warning.</strike>And afterwards,execute him for being a Traitor. Magnus deliberately disobeyed the Emperor and ruined centuries of planning.
# Challenge Sly Marbo to a duel to decide who is the greatest being in the entire universe.
# Beat a Tau Broadside battlesuit in ranged combat using only <s>a lasgun</s> <s>Laspistol</s> <s>FUCKING STUBGUN!!</s>an angry glare.
# Clean house with the Administratum. How can we get shit done when we don't know how much we have to work with?
# Dig out my office from all the paperwork/peat moss that has accumulated over the <s>years</s> <s>decades</s> <s>centuries</s> fucking millennia. Not looking forward to this one.
# Eat the Chaos Gods. Or brutalize them into line. Somehow...
# Hunt down m-'''*BLAM!*''' The Emperors Legendary Power Sword. Again.
# Come up with a Name for m-'''*BLAM!*''' The Emperors Legendary Power Sword.
# <s>Drag Leman Russ and Corax out of the Eye of Terror.</s> Redundant.
# Find the canon-Nazi using this list as his own personal toilet paper to wipe his shit on and mail him to Commorragh.
# Throw a WAAAGH
# Invite the Orks to said WAAAGH.
# Aim said WAAAGH at the Necrons/Tyranids.
# Bring a camera.
# Find and castrate everyone who keeps fucking with my list- I'm the Emperor, dammit! Can I even have my own personal to-do list?...This is what I get for helping humanity, I guess. 
# ???
# PROFIT.
# Find Lion El'Jonson and get him back on the front line owning shit.
# Resurrect Rogal Dorn.
# Visit Roboute Guillaume and tell him to hurry the fuck up and fully heal. 
# Create a First Founding 2.0 to make the [[Angry Marines]], [[Manly Marines]] and those other guys canon.
# Kill the Commissar responsible for fucking up this list Done and done my friend =)
# <s>Forge another Legendary Power Sword</s>Use the warp to go back in time, find myself and beat myself in a duel, so I can have TWO Legendary Power Sword's!!!
# Come up with more shit for The Emperor's list of Things to do after Resurrection 2.0 if things do go south for some reason and the Emprah-dread ain't ready yet.
# Turn the Armageddon conflict into a 24/7 Reality TV Channel.
# Invent a deodorant that works on Typhus.
# Promote Cypher to Warmaster, he's clearly more competent then any of the puny humans that get to that rank, and seems more reliable then Lion El'Jonson.
# Fuck, trip-out and drink the whole of Commorragh under the table, and then <s>kick</s> PUNT their stoned arses into Hell.
# Somehow regain my love and compassion. Can't lead the Imperium into non-grimdarkness without that, you know!
# GROW A GOD-DAMNED BEARD. HOW CAN I BE CONSIDERED MANLY WITHOUT A BEARD?
# Figure out how to get my awesomesauce body back since it's I lost all my limbs to decomposition.
# <s>Tell everybody that the Ultramarines are awesome.</s> Reconsidered: first, I'll make them stop boasting how awesome they are while in fact they fuck up almost every vital engagement. Thus, first I must make them REALLY awesome, and then I won't need to tell about it to anyone since it will be a fact in itself.
# Somehow find a way to come back without sparking off galaxy-wide hysteria. Seriously, who would have thought being considered a God would suck so hard?
# Redesign the power armor pauldrons. CAN'T SEE SHIT WITH THESE THINGS ON, I MEAN FUCK. While I'm at it, find out why the hell the fuck I though that was a good idea to have those things so big in the first place.
# Design a helmet awesome enough for me, let's see wannabe Horuses try to mortally wound me when all of me is covered in armor. 
# Invent a power staircase.
# Congratulate [[Abaddon|Failbaddon]] for doing more damage to the forces of Chaos than my armies could have done in the same amount of time by being an incompetent fuck, then dickslap him back into the Warp. 
# <s>Redesign my lightning claw, it looks silly</s> on second thought, it's pretty fuckawesome.
# Surf a flying leviathan. 
# Get GW to make a fluff accurate miniature of me. 
# Make a legendary thunder-shield for myself. 
# Make my armor out of Necrodermis, I'll be invincible then. 
# Once Alpharius and Omegon's time out is over, divide the Alpha Legion into Chapters. I don't look forward to dividing a Hundred Thousand space marines into a hundred chapters, shuffling ships around to provide fleets for all of them, filing the paper work for all this, coming up with a hundred names for them, selecting a hundred chapter masters and chief librarians, a thousand or so captains and librarians, ten thousand sergeants and introducing them all to the other chapters and getting them to kiss and make up. 
# Find the lost primarchs and make a hundred thousand space marines for each of them, then divide them into two hundred chapters. 
# Make Commissar Yarrick into a living saint, I'm tired of Khorne bragging about how cool An'ggrath is and how I have nothing to match him, so I want my own version. 
# And If I am already on it, why don't we just resurrect Sanguinius to help me out with point #85, I also think that he would be very helpful with An'ggrath.
# Resurrect Ciaphas Cain and form the "forward retreat" legion for him to command.
# Collect each and every one of the bajillion pieces of Khaine, put them together, and as he resurrects, punch him so hard that he'll fall apart into TWO bajillion pieces.
# Develop a method to make Adeptus Astartes bio-implants work also on women, then use the newly researched technology to turn the Sisters of Battle into female Space Marines. This will make those Slaanesh-worshiper cultists and Dark Eldar faggots think twice before violating ANY of my subjects (and would also hasten up point #34).
# Find that pathetic excuse of a Black Library author [[C.S.Goto]] and kill him. WITH A <s>MULTILASER</s> TWIN-LINKED DUAL MULTILASER!
# Introduce [[Matthew Ward]] to Sanguinius or Leman Russ in person. I'm somewhat curious whether he'll continue his bullshittery about how "Ultramarines are better than anyone else" afterwards. Or do anything after that.
# Create a super sleeping pill for the Void Dragon so he'll never wake up.  In case it won't work, I will pummel him back to sleep personally.  It worked before, thus I suppose it wouldn't be too much harder a second time, but I have a lot of better things to attend to so the sleeping pill is worth a try.
# Find the C'tan called "The Outsider" and rehabilitate him.  If not possible, kick him into a Black Hole.
# Kill the idiot responsible for those last two "additions" to my list.  I know where you live cultist, and I'm going to get you.
# Finally win a game of Paradox Poker.  Yes it's fun to get together with Tzeentch, the Deceiver, and Cegorach every Saturday night for these games of dickery.  But it's about time that someone won one of these games and it might as well be me. Maybe I can bring Creed along to help.
# Organize my birthday party.
# Rewrite this list to be closer to the canon.
# Out-prank and out-funny Cegorach... probably the most difficult thing to do on my list.
# Rewrite this list to be half way legible.  Seriously.  It's a disorganized mess.
# Find out how this Macha shit started, kill the faggot who made it, and then kill off Macha. The mere idea I would fuck a vile Xeno? HERESY! SUPREME HERESY!! TAKE THAT DOWN! FOR IT IS MY NEWEST VERDICT!
# Apologize to Lorgar. None of this would have happened had I simply explained my super-sekrit-starve-the-fuck-out-of-Chaos idea to him. And then I could have let him preach when everything was as planned. What the fuck was I on back then.
# Fuck Macha in every way possible, each way for several years, then figure out a new way to insert my penis into an orifice.
# Relearn how to use basic grammar.  Did I seriously just space out that badly?  Fuck, man.
# Set up arrangements for my return where I launch myself out of a Vindicator and hit a Demon Prince, [[awesome|causing him to explode.]]
# Figure out how to tell [[Adeptus Mechanicus|my man bitches]] to add pimp wheels to my golden throne then maybe a magma cannon or something badass... 
# <s>Apologize to Magnus. Sorry son, I fucked up. Bad.</s><s> WHO THE FUCK KEEPS ADDING THIS 'SORRY MAGNUS' SHIT TO MY LIST?! I DID NOT FUCK UP. MAGNUS DID.</s> {{BLAM|<b>*BLAM* CLAIMING TO BE THE EMPEROR IS *BLAM* SUPREME *BLAM* FUCKING *BLAM**BLAM*BLAM* HERESY!!!</b>}} 
# Apologize to Angron. If I had saved his buddies as well he wouldn't have turned to evil. But Magnus still sucks dusty ass.
# Find a way to come back to life.  That Starchild and Sensei-Emperor shit won't work.
# High-five Khârn for killing all those Chaos Space Marines and then again for being such a great guy.  Then point at his shattered arm and laugh at him.
# Add another item to this list.
# Re-cushion the golden throne.
# Fix my fucked up face.
# Develop better plans to stop global warming and acid rain on [[Hiveworld]] planets.
# <s>Ask for a dreadnought next time I am mortally injured like this.</s>  Personally get that dreadnought back-up plan started.  Item 57 might help this along.
# Beat Abbaddon with his own arms.
# Recharge my iAuspex.
# Beat [[Matt Ward]] and [[C.S. Goto]] over the head with their crappy works
# Tell the Black Templars to chill the fuck out.  On second thought gather them into the 10,000 strong unstoppable force (ITS IN THE CODEX IT MUST BE SO) and destroy the Eye of Terror. 
# Release Bjorn and find the Space Wolves a kennel.
# Win a blinking contest with the Eye of Terror.
# Fetch Badassius his coat.
# Look up affordable retirement plans, I am so sick of babysitting some of these hopeless morons.
# Challenge [[Doomrider]] into a space coke-snorting contest.  Then laugh at him as he dies from overdosing on the stuff.
# Convince Doombreed to allow a model of himself to be made.
# Get a haircut.  Ensure my hair is even more fabulous.
# Have a trip over to the dentist.
# Start an intergalactic fast food chain.
# <s>Sue Blizzard.</s> DAMMNIT, copyright laws don't allow for suing over rippoffs!
# Assign Primarch to the Angry Marines
# Assign Zoloft regiment to newly anointed Primarch of the Angry Marines
# Find my driver's license and look up own name.
# Acquire at least two henchmen to entertain me with their constant failure.
# Wait for a perfect opportunity to say "SnooPINGAS usual I see."
# Make Galaxy Wide Web.
# Invent a social network purely for Space Marines accessible from any data slate called Facemarine.com
# Invent a website called 40.000chan.org so that humanity will finally be rid of the IRL [[trolls]] that have taken control over the hive cities, instead of the internet.
# Outangry a Angry Marine
# Outpretty a Pretty Marine
# Beat Tzeentch at a game of Scrabble '''TWICE'''.  Then dickslap him into the sun.
# Outfap [[Faptau]] in a furry challenge.
# Utterly destroy all [[furry|furfaggotry]].  (space wolves not included!)
# Complete The 666 Rituals of Detestation backwards just to flex how awesome I am.  Then do it again.  By multiplicicatives of x^3.4
# Out[[meme|pingas]] Dr. Robotnik.
# Beat myself in armwesling with only one arm.
# Listen to '''JUSTIN FUCKING FAGGOTYASS BIEBER (EXTRA EXTRA HERESY)''' for more than 10 consecutive seconds without succumbing to chaos or suicide.
# Beat Ninja Gaiden on hard mode in less then 5 minutes with my ass, blindfolded, gagged and bound, while being attacked by raptors and bears, under water, in space.
# '''Falcon Punch''' Chris Redfield in the dick for not being nearly racist enough in Resident Evil 5.
# Beat Commissar Fuklaw in a chainsword duel.  Then every Angry Marine.
# Tell the Blood Ravens to stop dicking around in the Aurelia Subsector and get to work on that Eye Of Terror thing.
# Satisfy [[Shlicktau]] to the point were she no longer wants to shlick.
# Cure space-AIDS by wiping out those filthy Dark Eldar.
# Wipe Nurgle's ass without vomiting my guts out and die a slooooooow death.  (again)
# Pimp the Golden Throne so that i may score even more bitches.  (no you can't has)
# <s>Fuck the brains out of every single Sister of Battle, then tell them to go back to the kitchen where they rightfully belong.</s>  {{BLAM|HERESY!}}
# Make a show called "The Fresh Emperor of Sacred Terra".
# ???
# PROFIT
# <s> Creed was here.</s>  No, I wasn't.  Now I am!
# Get new toilet paper, this 40,001 year megapack has almost run out.
# Turn off my nightlight.  Seems that everyone was using it for something.  Too bad.
# Order all thrones, chairs and benches destroyed.  Or out of my sight at least, on pain of Exterminatus Cheezious, which is like getting creamed, but harder.
# Neuter Slaanesh, Preserve Tzeentch in Carbonite, Wash and Autoclave Nurgle, get Khorne married.
# Find [[meme|the cake]] from Portal.
# Get [[Isha]] out of Nurgle's clutches, then watch as every Eldar wych freaks out, incidentally causing the Eye of Terror to blink.  [[Just as Planned]].
# Buy milk.
# Seduce Isha, just to prove you could, and watch as Nurgle gets pissed.
# Then laugh.
# Then give Nurgle a bath, with holy water made by distilling the blood of 1,000,000,000,000 saints.
# Run before plagues eat Nurgle alive for not being diseased enough, spontaneously combusting with the power of 10 of my Legendary Power Swords.
# Build a gold fortress at the [[brits|centre]] of Terra to enslave troglodytes.
# Become human parasite. 
# Trick bear into going to college. 
# <s>Create Earthquake Machine.</s>  You haven't heard of [[Exterminatus]] obviously.
# Invent time machine. 
# <s>Travel to past; kill father.</s>  Wait, do I even have a father?  
# Punch [[Mork]] in the balls, with [[Gork]]'s severed fist.
# <s>Promote [[Creed]] to Emperor; become his right hand man.</s> {{BLAM|HERESY!}}
# Demote [[Creed]] and his friends who keep fucking with my list.
# Pray night and day that Frank Herbert's family doesn't sue the shit out of me for blatantly ripping him off.
# Get [[Andy Chambers]] BACK!!!
# Bitch slap [[Games Workshop]] for keeping [[Matt Ward]] on as a fucking codex writer, filling the [[Grey Knights]] with '''HERESY''' and basically making Rowboat Girlyman the second me.
# Kick every heretic who claimed the Space Marine game was a rip off of Gears of war/Starcraft in the balls with Powerboots.  Then send the [[Angry Marines]] in.
# Beat [[Matt Ward]] to death with [[C.S. Goto]].
# Beat [[C.S. Goto]] to death with [[Matt Ward]]'s corpse.
# Using the time-machine to drink [[Leman Russ]] under the table.
# Using the time-machine so I can eat more than Leman Russ as well.
# Give the Nightbringer nightmares about me.
# Then.. shit, I dunno, watch Adventure time or something.
# <s>Learn values of Love and Toleration from My Little Pony and conquer the galaxy with friendship.</s> ''Message intercepted by Angry Marines.  Response: WE ARE COMING FOR YOU YOU FUCKING FAGGOT!''
# Personally put my POWER FIST through MATT WARD, if I haven't already and have all [[Khornate Knights]] put through all Inquisitorial Torture methods.
# Resurrect Sanguinius.  <s>On related subject, figure out how to cure the Black Rage.</s> Fuck that, have you seen those mad bastards tear up Tyranids?!
# Sit down and a have a cup of tea.  Because it's just been that fucking long.
# <s>Force the whole of the Imperium to watch My Little Pony so that they understand it isn't that bad.  Hell I've been sitting here for a millennium, need to do something other than making this list to keep from getting bored.</s>  ALIEN PROPAGANDA WILL NOT BE TOLERATED, DEATH TO THE XENOS LOVING SCUM {{BLAM}}
# Find a way to re-create Horus's soul and then destroy it again.
# <s>Resurrect Chuck Norris then kill him with a roundhouse kick</s> HERESY!  The emperor and Chuck Norris are best friends.
# Put a new password on my computer to stop all these heretics from accessing my damn list! <s>and my secret stash of porn.</s>
# <s>Destroy [[My Little Pony]] and the heretical bronies, thoroughly.</s>  Never mind, I found a screen cap that says I'm best.  It had "Trips of Truth" and everything.
# Beat the living hell out of the guy/people who gave Mass Effect 3 shitty endings.
# Then do it again.
# Buy a really big gun to gather a load of Orks and shit in the middle of nowhere.
# Virus Bomb said area.....
# ???
# Profit!
# Show Rick Santorum who the TRUE God of humanity is!
# Show the New Apostolic Reformation the [[Warp]].
# Take a dump on the Golden Throne.
# Congratulate Vance Stubbs.
# Shit on the corpse of that sad excuse for a space marine, [[Indrick Boreale|Boreale]].
# Reverse the damage done to the Space Marines codex done by MATT "DUMBSHIT" WARD and make the Ultramarines [[brits|awesome]] again.  (I miss the days when they were the average space marine and not second to me).
# Go out on a shopping day to buy a new outfit, because this golden armour set is just ''SO'' 10 millennia ago.
# Divide by 0
# Order the Inquisition to torture the fuck out of EA's board of directors.
# Get something bad to happen in Canada.  This may be the most difficult task yet.
# [[/v/|Exterminatus IGN for being corrupt and for pissing on awesome indie games by giving them scores of 6 and 7 yet give COD Mw3 9.5!]]
# Release the new 10 volume boxed set of "Adeptus Sororitas Gone Wild!"
# Use proceeds to pay for Power Armor for every front line soldier in the Imperial Guard.  Commissars get Terminator Armor.
# <s>Mourn the loss of Dark Millenium as no longer being an MMO.</s> No, actually, a single player RPG is better.
# Modify the Imperial Palace to be able to transform into "God Emperor Class Titan".
# Play [[Matt Ward]] in a game of Warhammer 40K.  Let him build the ultimate broken [[Ultramarines]]/[[Grey Knights]] army.  Destroy him in the first round with a [[Sisters of Battle]] army.
# Go back in time and reduce the prices at [[Games Workshop]].
# Unfuck the galaxy (again).
# Adopt [[Cultist-Chan]].  Hire a dialect coach and orthodontist for her.
# Find a [[Tarrasque]] and make it my personal pet.
# Watch [[Fist of the North Star]], again.
# Become a pimp, the [[Sisters of Battle]] should make ideal bitches.
# <s>Divide by 0.</s> Consult psychiatrist to discuss the possibility of memory disorder. 
# Commend [[Captain Titus]] for not succumbing to Ultramarine stereotypes.  Conclude the ceremony by striking Brother Leandros (the ungrateful fucking smurf) in the testicles with a thunder hammer.
# Discover a way to cook Tyranids so they taste like buttered lobsters or fried bacon.  That way, Imperial Guardsmen will not only be cheered by the prospect of a good meal at the end of a battle, but they would appreciate the irony of galaxy-eaters suddenly becoming tasty grub.  Hiveships, once dreaded, now become flying hors d'oeuvres platters.
# Rip open an entrance to the warp and stick Matt Ward ass-first to plug the fissure.  Preferably with bacon strips stapled to his cornhole, as well as a note written "Khorne is a pussy faggot" attached with duct tape to his ballsack.
# Get some Preparation H from the Apothecaries. 
# Revise Imperial naval doctrine to emphasize that SPACE IS NOT A FUCKING OCEAN!
# Write a best-selling autobiography. 
# <s>Buy a shop-vac and drain [[Khorne]]'s lake of blood.  Dump hydrofluoric acid on his skull pile until it is a calcium slurry.  Laugh scornfully at Khorne's unbelievable [[rage]] as the work of centuries goes to waste in a few hours.</s> Hmm, I may have to think harder on my escape plan after I do this. Can't stand up to them Chaos Gods in a fair fight after all. 
# Tell everyone to cheer up.  The universe is [[grimdark|depressing]] enough, I don't need an entire [[Imperium|empire]] worth of wangst.
# Keep [[Matt Ward]] alive but imprisoned, while I imagine the unlimited ways to torment him.  In the meantime, I will personally remove his hands with a chainsword (without anesthesia) as both punishment and precaution against further damage.
# Create a chastity belt out of necrodermis and put it on Slaanesh. 
# Introduce football to Orks and create elaborate stadiums, as to distract them from killing us. <s>(Note:American Football)</s> As an afterthought, soccer might fit them better.
# <s>Weaponize a [[Sonic Weaponry|vuvuzela]].</s> CREATING NOISE MARINE WEAPONRY?! HERESY! {{BLAM}}
# Get new ballpoint pens because this damn list is draining the ink.
# Consider ways to liven up sports with the introduction of power armor/fists.
# Make Blood bowl the Imperium's official sport. 
# Invite the [[Eldar]], [[Chaos]] and the [[Ork]] forces to participate in Blood Bowl games, proceed to rig every game.
# Consult psychiatrist to discuss the possibility of memory disorder.
# Disband the [[Ultramarines]] Chapter and show [[Matt Ward]] what has been done as part of the torture. 
# Revive the [[Squats]].
# <s>Apologize to Horus. It was my fault for not taking him to the amusement park when he was a wee little boy.</s> What the fuck was I thinking? No, change that to, "Piss on Horus' maggoty, heretical corpse."
# Tell the Angry Marines to chill the fuck out and if they get angry remind them that I'm the emperor.
# Teach the [[Adeptus Mechanicus]] there is no such thing as <s>ghosts ([[anime|in the shell]])</s> machine spirits, and tell them they can start using AI and computers more.  See notes regarding Imperial Navy for immediately apparent uses.
# Congratulate The Legion Of The Damned.
# Introduce [[Nurgle]] to breath mints, toothpaste, soap, hair wash, body wash, detergent, water, and anything else hygiene beneficial.
# <s>Introduce a five year old to the word heresy and have them walk into the Angry Marine chapter base while screaming it repeatedly after reassuring him/her there is nothing to fear because I'm the Emperor and asking him/her to do it.</s> Okay,prepare for long session with psychiatrist. 
# Have sex with Farseer Caerys because she has one of the sexiest voices in DoW II.
# <s>Execute Captain Titus for his Wardian plot armor. He's obviously not a blank.</s> If Ultramarines are dissolved, then the plot armor vanishes and Captain Titus can fight on his own merits. No need for useless execution. 
# Punish the Commissar on this page for his constant BLAMMing on the Emperors to do list.
# Make friends with the Void Dragon.
# Sniff some warp dust out of curiosity.
# Determine if sexual virility has remained intact. If not, demand the necessary supplements under pain of death.
# <s>Tear into the Starcraft universe and shit on all three (or four, including the hybrids) races through superior firepower and faith. Then acquire SCV templates, given the fact that those things are roving STCs.</s> Starcrap's not worth my damn time. Let Slaanesh or some nameless Living Saint or Chapter Master do this.
# Make love with an [[Ork]].
# Make love with a Great Unclean One
# Dominate a Sister of Battle in bed.
# Drink some coke and Dr. Pepper because it's been so damn long.
# <s>Time for [[My Little Pony|ponies]].</s> {{BLAM}} {{BLAM|Heresy! Referring to the Emprah as a brony or furry is grounds for immediate execution by the Inquisition!}}
# Marry Farseer Caerys and fuck the Eldar out of her.
# Replace sandbags with Guardsmen.
# Build a Death Star and go around blowing up Chaos Worlds.
# Make sure that the Death Star's power generator doesn't explode if shot.
# Deal with all the spam on 1d4chan
# Bring back Warhammer Wednesday
# Have some pie
# Single-Handedly take down an Ork "Waaagh!"
# Feed the Jersey Shore Cast to the Tyranids.
# Kill Gorgutz, If he doesn't run away from the Fight, like he Did on Lorn, Kronus and Karauva.
# Have some more pie.
# Fetch Khorne's coat for him. And pray he doesn't smash me for being late on it. <s>{{BLAM}} {{BLAM|Heresy!}}</s> Hey, fuck you. I wrote this list.
# Activate melta-charges that were placed in Khorne's coat.
# Apologize to Arik Taranis. Sorry, 'Babu Dhakal'.
# <s>ANGRY MARINE WAS HERE, MOTHERFUCKER.</s> I'm your God. Get off my list.
# Create for myself a massive golden space-caddy to roll around the Imperium and fuck bitches in
# Train the commisars to stop executing their own men and start executing bronies instead.
# Play SCP:Containment breach while wearing headphones in the dark and not shit my pants.
# Feed Nurgle with soap
# Offically recognize the reasonable marines as the Knights Inductor. I need a Space Marine chapter that doesn't go trigger happy when they encounter heresy and xenos.
# <s>Create space marines chapter full of douchbags, oh wait i already have ultramarines...</S> GET A DEDICATED SPELLCHECKING PROGRAM BECAUSE APPARENTLY MY SERVANTS ARE RETARDS WHO CAN'T EVEN SPELL THE WORD "DOUCHE" TO SAVE THEIR LIVES!!!
# Replace the Inquisitions 'patented' heresy meter with a... screw it. I'll just go with getting rid of the assholes.
# <s>Create space marines chapter full of angry guys and awsome weponry, oh wait i aldredy have ultramarines</s>  <s>FUCK YOU PUNK! WE NOW WERE YOU LIVE AND WE WILL CRUSADE YOUR ASS WITH POWERCHAIR'S!!</s> I'm on Terra dumass, everyone knows that and my chair have more power than all your's power chair's putted togheter
# SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARTA!!!!!!!{{BLAM}} {{BLAM|Heresy!}} EMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPEEEERRRROOOORRRRR
# Create comanders that will kill there soldier's if they try desertion, oh wait i aldredy have ultramarines...{{BLAM}} {{BLAM|Heresy!}}
# Attend to a Space Wolves Party and destroy the hell out of all their bitches's holes with mah giant cock. Then calm the men down with a biscuit.
# Get Special Rooms 1 through 655 (save for 241 and 527, in retrospect they did not turn out all that well) in working order and finish 656 through 682. In particular 421 probably needs attention and getting 293 should at about a third of them into mostly working shape.
[[Category: Awesome]]
# find vect and impale him for being the most brutal ass master to ever walk the 40k universe
# Try and find a way to not die as a few thousand years catch up to me when I get resurrected.
# Reserve engineer an ACU.
# Reserve engineer the Star Wars universe's galaxy crossing communications tech so the ACU can build it.
# Go into the earlier lore and use the ACU to reverse engineer the Necrons warp separator things and FTL travel.
# Use the ACU to mass produce all the above, and for good measure, use it to build some World Devastators and a Star Forge to speed up the process, but be sure to remove the whole darkside insanity side effects of the latter.
# <s>Profit!!!! </s> Galactic domination since I'll have separated the Warp from the materium and cut off all forms of FLT travel and galaxy spanning communication but my own.
# Make sure this actually stops the Eldar's webway from working before I start gloating to them.
# Find a new use for the Grey Knights since there's no daemons for them to fight anymore, and re-design them.
# Find out what I was smoking when I named the Grey Knights, Grey is not the color that comes to mind when one thinks of purity and their armor is SILVER.
# Revive Bruce Lee and use him to destroy all Orks.
# Mourn my inability to gloat to Khorne that I have Bruce Lee and he doesn't.
# Make a chapter of Space Marines born from clones of [[Simo Hayha]] that is justifiably overpowered in the tabletop.
# Hang Stephenie Myres with barbed wire.
# Kill Jason Friedberg and Aaron Seltzer in a manner to horrible to be described.
# Punch the idiot that worked as the voice director to the English version of Final Fantasy X.
# Make a good Dungeons and Dragons movie.
# Make a Doom movie in the style of the Doom comic with Bruce Campbell as the marine.
# Get at least one Space Marine commander, preferably a Grey Knight, in some future Warhammer game to be voiced by James Earl Jones.
# Make sure the EA doesn't fuck up the upcoming Warhammer Online: Wrath of Heroes game, and keep a TARDIS on hand if they do.
# Learn the Doctor's real name.
# Defeat the vampire Valvatorez in ham-to-ham combat.
# Kill Uwe Boll in a manner even worse than what I killed Jason Friedberg Aaron Seltzer in.
# Copy the magic propaganda towers in Command and Conquer Generals so that my tanks can use them. (PRIORITY!)
# Get my engineers to stop modelling everything after pre-cold war vehicles, seriously, WHY THE HELL DID THEY EVER DO THAT? (You told them to, my Lord. Those designs date back to the Great Crusade...)
# Copy the designs of the robots AIGES and KOS-MOS and mass produce them into their own orders of Sisters of Battle.
# Mock Slaanesh's worshippers that I now an army hot killer robots and they don't.
# Lock the cast of Twilight, except maybe Bella's father and the Illuminati vampire how chews scenery, in a room with Alucard.
# Make another Sisters of Battle order of clones of Seras Victoria after she started drinking blood.
# Copy that mantra tech stuff from Asura's Wrath and use it Space Marines to keep them from being rendered useless. I'll probably start with the Grey Knights since they'll have nothing else to do at this point.
# Learn the Falcon Punch.
# Learn the Shoryuken.
# Create a combination of the attacks that doesn't have cheap name combination like "Rising Falcon Punch."
# Taunt Cthulu.
# Flip-off Cthulu.
# Scam Cthulu.
# Punch out Cthulu.
# Romance Cthulu FUCK OFF, THERE'S NO WAY I'M DOING THAT.
# Create a [[Warhammer Fantasy]] RTS that approaches [[Dawn Of War]]'s quality. Why the fuck is this so low on my list?
# <s> spread my ass cheeks sit on the floor and scoot around like a dog scratching its bottom  and admit that i deep throated slaanesh' strap on through a glory hole and climaxed as he/she/it  gave me the ole KitKat crunchy.</s> SIGNAL INLFLUX RECIEVER LOCATED, SENDING DOWN THE ANGRY MARINES MOTHERFUCKER.
# Tame an Ork Horde and send it all on that Daemon asshole who wrote that thing above. Fucking asshole.Whoever fucked up my list is going straight to Slaanesh's part of the Warp.
# Have a nice relaxing bath.
# Eat a pie with a live Carnifex inside with the aid of sauces.
# Stalk Slender Man.
# Play Dark Souls: Prepare To Die Edition to completion and die only once.
# Use a Power Sword as a Tooth Pick
# Use the Codex Astartes as Toilet paper
# Win all the Mortal Combat games in 30 seconds 
# Also make MORTAL KHOMBAT (Ork version)
# Look disapprovingly at the Ecclesiarchy then bitch-slap the priests
# Find a BANEBLADE in my Pants Who Did this what kind of tactical geni- CCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
# Order a Pizza with Extra Man Sause
# <s>Bitch-slap the Queers of war Devs</s> Why, it's the fanboys everyone hates, no the developers
# Bitch-slap the Queers of war Fanboys 
# Bitch-slap the 5 year old CoD Fanboys who only play MW 1-3 and BO's 1&2 who get overexcited about the same-game with worse story lines 
# Resurrect Total Biscuit and make him a Primarch
# keep sopa dead
# Keep PIPA dead
# Punch Q, he deserved it
# Make that Deathbattle episode of Rebecca Black vs Justin Bieber a reality
# Go to [[/d/|Felarya and assemble a harem of the planet's giant man-eating women]]
# Punch [[Warmachine Menoth]], he earned it more than Q
# Punch Discord, he earned more than Menoth
# Model the Imperium's vehicles after something other than pre-cold war designs so we can overcome the obvious design flaws in all them
# Get George Lucas time and sledge hammer, or possibly a thunderhammer if he can lift one, so that he can destroy every copy of the wretched Star Wars Christmas Special
# Make a 40K version of Bloodbowl
# Find out what ever happened to the mouse
# Write an autobiography
# Get Studio Gainax to make an adaption of RE-TAKE, and also kill all the media watchdogs so nobody complains about the sex scenes that don't even take up much of the plot. Also make sure the fight scenes DON'T OCCUR OFF-SCREEN!
# Find that blasted alien Kyubuy and cut him into little tiny pieces of meat while he's still breathing, and do that to all of his extra bodies
# Change the names of everything in Supreme Commander to ones that make sense
# Kill the stupid Warhammer fanboys that give the fanbase a bad name, especially the ones on this website
# Pet the dog
# Kill the kids from the Trix commercials, they're evil
# Kill the Cool-aid Man, he's a public menace
# Get a sequel to Eternal Darkness: Sanity's Requiem made
# Get [[Snowflame]] included the DCU reboot, and make sure whoever writer him understands why the people like him and keeps that aspect of his character intact
# Get Snowflame to appear in a crossover battle with Deadpool
# Kill the Garbage Pail Kids, they shouldn't exist and neither should that wretched movie they starred in
# Adopt a cabbit, and teach it transform into a Death Star
# Grab every copy of One More Day and One Moment in Time and make Joe Quesada eat them
# Get the Doctor to erase the events of Marvel's Civil War.
# Get Frank Miller a restrained from away from any creative writing until he gets his common sense back