God made a bet with the Devil. Actually, four Devils. And now YOU have to fix it.

Ten thousand years ago, a cyborg wizard named Cawl decided he wanted to be Space Pope. The Emperor of Mankind—yes, the actual God-Emperor—thinks this is a great idea. The four Chaos Gods? They think it's hilarious. So they made a wager: hold a democratic election on Holy Terra. If Cawl wins, humanity enters a new golden age. If he loses, the forces of chaos claim their prize.

The catch? Nobody in this universe has ever voted before. Ever.

You're a regular human from 2019, yanked out of time right before a pandemic killed you, and dropped into a voting booth in the heart of a nightmare empire where "freedom of choice" is literally heresy. Your job: convince every being who walks through that door—from zealot nuns to undead robot kings to literal demons—to vote for a cyborg nobody trusts.

You have no powers. No weapons. No escape.

Just your words, a floating skull that knows everything, and ten years to change the fate of the galaxy—one conversation at a time.

Democracy is coming to the 41st Millennium. Whether it's ready or not.