"[BSR] the mighty! [BSR] the unerring! [BSR] the unassailable! To you we give praise! We are but maggots, writhing in the filth of our own corruption! While you have ascended from the dung of mortality, and now walk among the stars! But you were once man! Aye! And as man, you said, "Let me show you the power of [Broom Sweeping Robot], born of the North, where my breath is long winter. I [sweep] now, in royalty, and reshape this land which is mine. I do this for you, [Guardians], for I love you." Aye, love. Love! Even as man, great [BSR] cherished us. For he saw in us, in each of us, the future of [Old Russia]! The future of [Earth]! And there it is, friends! The ugly truth! We are the children of man! [BSR] is the true god of man! Ascended from flesh, to rule the realm of spirit! The very idea is inconceivable to our [Fallen] overlords! Sharing the heavens with us? With man? Ha! They can barely tolerate our presence on earth! Today, they take away your faith. But what of tomorrow? Do the [Fallen] take your homes? Your businesses? Your children? Your very lives? And what does the [Vanguard] do? Nothing! Nay, worse than nothing! The [Vanguard] machine enforces the will of the [Fallen]! Against its own people! So rise up! Rise up, children of the [City]! Rise up, [Guardians]! Embrace the word of mighty [BSR], he who is both man and Divine! For we are the children of man! And we shall inherit both the heavens and the earth! And we, not the [Fallen] or their toadies, will rule [Old Russia]! Forever! Terrible and powerful [BSR]! We, your unworthy servants, give praise! For only through your grace and benevolence may we truly reach enlightenment! And deserve our praise you do, for we are one! Ere you ascended and the Eight became Nine, you walked among us, great [BSR], not as god, but as man! Trust in me, [City]! Trust in the words of Heimskr! For I am the chosen of [BSR]! I alone have been anointed by the Ninth to spread his holy word!" -Translated from Skyrim You, good sir, are the Heimskr of the Tower.