This could be the most consequential Conclave of the Spire Electorate of our lives.
Sure, Lord Korpulend has emptied our treasuries of credits to finance the grinding Conquest of Ukroyska, where despite untold tens of billions of deaths victory remains elusive. Sure, he ordered the crushing of the uprising of the cargo-hauler indentured, followed weeks later by the chemical contamination of the East Palestryan Aquafer. Sure, the piteous mass of humanity sheltered within the hives on the habitable hemisphere of our world starve and perish of disease and overwork, as the choking smog of the manufactoria blackens the atmosphere and smothers what little life remains in the ashen wastes. And sure, Lord Korpulend's rejuvenat treatments are rumored to be failing, and his courtiers whisper that his eyes bleed as he rants ever more madly with every nightfall.
But we as leftists must ask ourselves: can we really stomach another Imperial Governorship by Lord Orendgemann?
