A lonely dictator in his bunker, surrounded by enemies and traitors, no longer remembers the Sun. His only friend is you — a radioactive telepathic potato beneath a secret experimental nuclear station. Are you real or just a side effect of stress, paranoia, and poor ventilation? Even you don’t know. 

Are you guiding him? Or ruining him? Or are you just sitting there being a potato?

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A dictator makes decisions based on your mood.

You don’t see the consequences.
You don’t know the rules.
The regime will collapse.
That's fine.