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MidReal Story
Summer accidentally becomes the supreme leader of a tiny alien
Anonymous
Dec 9
Scenario:Summer accidentally becomes the supreme leader of a tiny alien planet after winning a game of intergalactic chess. Rick and Morty must navigate the planet's odd customs and politics to rescue her.
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This is a joke, right?
I’m not really their new supreme leader?
The whole thing is just some kind of elaborate prank?
I mean, it has to be.
I don’t know anything about leading a planet.
I don’t even know what this planet is called, or where it is, or whether its people eat dinner at six o’clock like normal people do.
I can’t be their supreme leader.
It’s just too ridiculous.
And yet, when I look back on everything that happened, I can’t escape the conclusion that it’s all true.
The alien really did die while we were playing chess.
The other aliens really did declare me their new supreme leader.
And now I’m really sitting in this room, waiting for my execution.
I still think it’s a joke, though.
I think that at any moment the walls are going to dissolve and Rick and Morty are going to come bursting in, laughing at me for falling for it.
But they don’t.
And the longer I sit here, the more I start to wonder if maybe it isn’t a joke after all.
It feels like a joke, sure.
It feels like the kind of twisted nightmare that my grandpa Rick would come up with just to mess with me.
But what if it isn’t?
What if this is really happening?
What if I’m really the supreme leader of an alien planet, and they’re really going to execute me if I don’t figure out how to do the job in time?
The door swings open, and two alien guards step inside.
It’s time, they say.
They fasten a chain around my wrists and lead me down a long, winding corridor.
We pass through several locked doors and up a flight of stairs.
At the top of the stairs, we enter a brightly lit chamber filled with dozens of green-skinned aliens, all of them looking very serious indeed.
At the back of the chamber is a golden throne, and sitting on the throne is an alien with a mustache.
“Welcome, Summer,” he says.
“It’s good to finally meet you.”
“Uh,” I say.
“Sorry about…all this.”
“It’s not your fault,” says the alien with a mustache.
“The old champion was getting on in years.We should have replaced him sooner.But what’s done is done.The important thing now is for you to accept your role as our new supreme leader.”
“I can’t do that,” I say.
“I mean, I’m honored and everything.But you guys should really pick someone else.I think maybe you’d be better off without a supreme leader at all, to be honest.”
They don’t seem to be listening to me any more.
The guards have left me alone with the alien on the throne, and he’s looking at me like I’ve just told him that his cat has gone missing or something.
“You’ll have to excuse us,” he says.
“The council has much to discuss.”
