"A telepath does not make others serve them, they make others want to serve them."

  - Queen Dinah Bovinus, First Of Her Kind.

  Tend to these words, future historians, for this journal is a true and accurate account of the single greatest campaign in our storied expansion across the galaxy! The founding of our world, Bovinia, majestic as she is, will be eclipsed by my own exquisite endeavor!

  Oh, Bovinia! The shining beacon for all who bellow. No matter how far my duty takes me, I long for the soft and graceful waves of your grassied plains. I dream of the scratching of your most heavenly low-hanging branches. You, who are the template for the boviforming of other worlds, I so cherish.

  As for my campaign, I alone came here to conquer this world and add it to the holdings of the mighty All Herd! I speak, most assuredly, about my eventual domination of our original and secret home, this planet known as Earth, a name given it by its current and unknowingly doomed Simian rulers.

  Bovinian history, as it is currently told, would have one believe we sprang from Bovinia herself, but that is not the case. I don't know the details, but I was briefed, by Empress Molly Bovinus herself, Eighth Descendent and Enigmatic Ruler, that we actually hail from this unremarkable world near the edge of the galaxy. By what we know, we came into existence over ten thousand years ago. She opted to not share how we got off the planet and settled Bovinia, but perhaps one day, I'll have earned her confidence enough to know the full adventure. She said that once Earth is ours, all will learn of our true history.

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  Why did she share this? She wanted to warn me that I will encounter beings that look identical to Bovinians, but they will not have our gifts and will be but cattle. She added that I might encounter sparks of intelligence, but nothing near our level. Subjugation of Earth's Simians is my primary goal and once that is attained, and a permanent and secure path to Earth is established, we can see to empowering our primitive cousins, as it were, if that is even possible.

  Enough of this! I should not spend all these pages capturing my own glory or giving you history lessons you already know. I am here for a purpose and to that end, I must get to documenting this campaign!

  I can feel the Simian thrall that I have transcribing this journal growing very fatigued. I must figure out how to feed these few ape-ish dullards that I have collected and then bed for the night. My next entry will recount my journey here and the beginnings of my eventual army.

  For Empress Molly Bovinus! For the All Herd! For Bovinia!

  Clara Mighthorn,

  Royal Niece, Thrice Removed

  Fifth Level Attack Cow, Department of Acquisitions