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Title: Absolute Zero For Heirs
Proposed by: Dolor Mortis
Valid for 461.3
[Desc:] Since you instituted the succession of your glorious line according to absolute primogeniture, everything seems to run smoothly. But suddenly, your ever-trusted advisor runs in looking shaken, with your twin sister following close behind.
[option 1:] "@@LEADER@@! There's a problem with your heir: you don't have any!" says @@RANDOMNAME@@. "With no children, you have no designated successor! Perhaps you should find a young countess to court, and continue the line."
[effect:] when supermarkets all over @@NAME@@ run out of "Rocky Road Pickle-sickles", no one comes to shop [same]
[option 2:] "Listen, why don't you just let your lovely sister handle it," @@RANDOMFEMALENAME@@ says sweetly while fixing your shirt. "I might be a girl, and I certainly as much life experience as you. Perhaps together, we can rule more efficiently." She pats your cheek.
[effect:] thousands of dollars in phone bills are charged to your account every month [co-rulers]
[option 3:] "We could always go and elect the leader that has same dynasty as you, my liege, says council member @@RANDOMNAME@@, while kowtowing to you. "All we would need is your approval."
[effect:] your great-great-uncle's 3rd cousin-twice-removed is your heir [elected primogeniture]
[option 4:] "Your reign of terror is at end, @@LEADER@@!" says plucky hero Captain @@NAME@@ as he smashes through your window. "We should have elections, lots of them! And you should not be the final authority, let them decide for themselves." He jumps through a different window on his way out.
[effect]: elections in @@NAME@@ confuse people used to @@LEADER@@'s iron-fisted rule [democracy]
[option 5]: "Here's an idea! Why don't you just abdicate to your next eldest kin from your closest shared ancestor? Just make sure the heir is male." says @@RANDOMNAME@@, a timeshare proprietor. "Just imagine it: no issues, no stress, no insults from Maxtopia. Just you, the beach, a drink, and all the nubile flesh you could see." He holds up a pamphlet. [agnatic primogeniture]
[effect]: @@LEADER@@'s abdication to a tropical paradise causes citizenry to distrust the royal house
[option 6:] "Their lack of faith is disturbing," says Darth @@RANDOMSURNAME@@ through a glaring mask. "You must find those rebel scum - I mean appointed advisors -
and "dispose" of them. You were born to rule; anyone who disagrees must be sent to the frozen wastes of Harboth."
[effect:] anyone who sweats in @@LEADER@@'s presence is choked by a mysterious force