Congratulations! You won a Planet.

For your birthday, the Imperial Dynasty gave you a planet. In “Congratulations, You Won a Planet”, you play a royal scion “rewarded” with governorship of Korona III, a strategically useful but catastrophically mismanaged world. Your parents hand you a palace, a crumbling economy, and a hand-picked staff of incompetents, grifters, and possible spies. Also, you’re still technically expected to marry well. Juggle infrastructure crises, budget black holes, and security scandals while filming cheerful propaganda about “renewal.” Your Chief of Staff is overwhelmed, your Finance Minister is creative with numbers and ethics, your Security Prefect sees plots everywhere, and your only apparently competent aide might be reporting back to the imperial court. Tone: The Office meets Veep in space—fast dialogue, petty rivalries, absurd bureaucracy, but with real stakes: the Swarm is out there, your dynasty is watching, and if Korona III collapses, your head may be the easiest thing to cut. (Includes Lewdleah AC + Inner Self