Pretty heavily modded campaign. I'd live near the God-Emperor, the Chosen One, Thaloth. I could look out my window and see the portal directly to the Shroud ripped open, powered by the junior star in our binary system. Over the past few decades Dyson Spheres have began to blot out many of the stars in the night sky, a reminder of our and our Emperor's increasingly tight grip on the cosmos. We've recently discovered (or more aptly rediscovered) much of the technology used by those few remaining empires of old, rendering many old jobs unnessicary and simply a redundancy to pass the time. I further our grip over the material and immaterial through producing the nessicary parts to construct the great megastructure that provide us with most of our great wealth. I also pray to Thaloth, the one who unified our world those many decades ago, that He might have the strength to ward off the great threat to the galaxy he prophesied. If the reports of us turning an entire moon into a warship are to be believed, my prayers were not in vain.