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Mind-bogglingly popular game series that you follow from early on and cannot stop, waiting for new installment like a drooling addict.

Long-runner soap opera you're too invested into to just stop watching it.

A fun little comic strip in the daily newspaper that's been around forever.

3/6

Who said it's fun? I didn't for sure.

I'm just waiting here for it to die horribly already so it will stop showing on my Unread Posts list.

[Haspen]

You agree to the exchange.

1177 AD, Winter

Cyl has arrived at the palace with a small entourage of guards.

Once you two exchange saliva after months of not doing so, he sits on the chair across from your bed, where you're busy lounging. He looks extremely satisfied of something.

"My dearest, I have great news... I have successfully convinced noble families of Cydwyl to accept the rule of Methiantese Emperor."

"Emperor."

"Yes..." Your love and King grimaces. "Unfortunately, they're protectively clutching the laws of male rulership, and will simply elect their own King if a woman tries to connect both nations under one crown."

A) "Then it seems we must reevaluate our relationship... I hope we can still be friends."
B) "How about we will start working on a future Emperor, hmmm~?"
C) "I must insist. I have two daughters, one by you; she is your only child too. Your noblemen must yield!"

[Criptfeind]

B

Actually, my first thought was a hard C here, but we went elective succession specifically so we can pull bullshit like this.

In our country girls CAN inherit but the first born doesn't HAVE too inherit. So if we want, there's no harm is making a son and then electing them.

[Kashyyk]

C

[mightymushroom]

B ut we reserve the right to choose an older daughter if this time doesn't produce a male.

[crazyabe]

B.

[Hotfire90]

C

[ZBridges]

B

[vastaghen12]

B

[Haspen]

You grab him by scruff of his neck and tell him to start working on one little boy Emperor.

Next morning, after you get your hair done, you receive reports from the Treasurer; gold and silver and gemstones safely arrived in the Treasury, while loads of glasswork were sent south, skirting Ironbone Mountains and into Ysirene.

After a week of stay (and week of wearing down the bed), Cyl has to bid you farewell and return to govern his own country. You have a feeling that you two have succeed in your task, but of course time will prove (or disprove) your hard work.

1177 AD, Midwinter

A young but renowned sculptor, Auld Gwennyn, has arrived at your palace. You grant him audience, and he kisses your royal signet.

"My lady Empress! I'm about to set out and create my most glorious of marble sculptures, which will stand in the city of Tech, and is to represent Yoe II as mighty general who helped shape the core of Methiant into what it is today. Alas, as much as my fortune goes, I'm lacking money, so per Edict of yours, have come to you with a request for sponsorship!"

You decide to...

A) Sponsor the sculptor, may he create a true masterpiece!
B) Deny his request, you're not running a charity here.

[crazyabe]

A.

[Kashyyk]

A - Culture!!

[Hotfire90]

A

[mightymushroom]

A

[Weirdsound]

A

[birdy51]

A