I recently started an Imperial guy, son of a locksith. A locksmith who's lifelong dream was to sit on the Imperial Throne. He never had his dream, but as ataxia slowly took him, he whispered his final words:

'Vereus Cera, promise me that before you join me and your mother, the imperial crown will have rested on your head, and you will have saved this dying empire...'

Tearfully, he held his clutched his father hand. 'It will be done, father,'

'Now go...make me proud...' In his final moments, he handed me a letter. On it was written the a single word: DOHVAKIIN.

Took me a while to realize, but it turned out I was the fabled Dragonborn! Yay! I went to Skyrim! Yay! I told the nords in Riverwood that I was the legendary Dovahkiin! And they all just laughed at me, thinking I as some helpless drunk. I hadn't prepared much money-wise, thinking they'd immeditely beilieve me and shower me with riches, then I could use my status as Dragonborn to become the Emperor. I try to leave?

'Sorry, sir,' that [censored] imperial guard says. 'Can't cross the border. Security measures,'

So, I skulked back to Riverwood, peniless, spending most of my remaining money on drink. Then I saw it; a tall, ripped warrior throwing a bandit head and a bounty paper on the table. In return, the amazed barkeep handed him the fattest bag of septims I've ever seen. So I made my decision...I'd become a kickass bounty hunter and monster slayer, and show these nords that I truly was the Dragonborn!

But...where do I go with the civil war?

PLAN A:

- Join Imperial Legion

- Crush Stormcloaks

- Kill Ulfric

- Use my status as Dovahkiin and Imperial commander to become the Emperor Vereus Cera!

PLAN B

- Join Stormcloaks

- Gain loyalty of Skyrim's people

- Destroy the Third Empire

- Use my status as Dragonborn to take control of Skyrim

- Make Ulfric High King, but influence him to abolish the Grey Quarter, and the Argonian Assemblage

- Sack the Thalmor Embassy, banish the Thalmor, but of course not ALL altmer, from Skyrim

- Create the prosperous Cera Empire, or the Fourth Cyrodiilic Empire, focusing on monitoring the behaviour of the Almdmeri Dominion. If those damn !COMPLETELY ISOLATED! elves want a fight, they'll have to deal with me and my slap-the-laws-of-gravity shout (other wise known as Unrelenting Force)

So which sounds better? Should I help restore the Septime Empire, and crush the racist Stormcloaks, or destroy it and start anew?

Sidenote: In both cases, I reassign the White Gold Condodant as my toilet paper.