Mwahahahaha!
Tremble before me you insignificant worms!
Just last evening, my ship came in, quite literally! Some of you may remember my mechanical army that occasionally patrolled my former lair at Clockspire Cove.

Well, little did any of you suspect, that far from being destroyed when Clockspire met it's doom, they were spirited away to a secret warehouse! A few improvements here and there, and they were ready for the Day of Reckoning! Today!
My cunning plans have removed the Clockwinder from the picture, and when, or should I say if, his dull-witted sidekick returns from his diplomatic mission, he will find New Babbage to be a thing of past, and Obolenskidonia risen in it's place!
Some of you will find my rule an easy yoke, as you will be shrewd enough not to irritate me with babble like "But I don't want to work in the factory", or "Please, please, not my spleen."
Others, will not be so intelligent, and will find themselves quickly in the clutches of my merciless mechanical minions!
Those of you interested in positions in the lucrative fields of tax collection, curfew enforcement, sweatshop management, or counter-revolutionary elimination, please contact my agents.
-Overlord Obolensky, MD, CVB.