It isn’t easy being the greatest general in history, but the British refused to understand that. If it weren’t for that meddling Wellington and their dumb coalition, I would be the master of Europe. Unfortunately, I was stuck on St Helena with very little to do besides read and walk around the island. That is until I discovered a hidden compartment underneath my bed. At last! My supporters snuck onto the island and planned to free me. “I’m finally home!” is what I would have said. But it turns out wormholes are neither theoretical nor convenient.
Thrown into 21st-century America, I have learned of my own death and the pitiful state my countrymen have left France in. Now, I am searching for a new Guard, new supporters of the Bonapartist Empire, and new soldiers and marshals to join me in my crusade to rid the world of those who would seek to destroy France. I refuse to let the ideals of the Revolution die, and together, we can free the West from its tyranny.
Vive la France ! Vive la Révolution ! Vive L'Empereur !
