

I lost all my space lottery chances and ended up buying a cheap galaxy off of e-bay but when I finally woke up after a billion years of cryo-sleep it turns out that that the AI probe sent to my section of space made a space-treaty with the local aliens so now I have to turn around and fly home but by the time I get back to earth the sun will be halfway on it’s way to exploding which is kind of a bummer.


Good news once I got back to earth e-bay still exists and my Nintendo stocks had appreciated enough to buy another distant galaxy! However three billion years of cyro-sleep has warped my personality so now I will rule my galaxy with an iron fist as a space queen. Space law only says:
So I shall not rule through torture or slavery, but through fear and only giving my enemies property rights to individual cells on my prison planet!
“Oh no I feel so judged” I say as I use my property rights to tell those other losers not to send radio-waves or subspace comms into my galaxy.
(Wait this is supposed to be the good ending?)