Having gotten Rick on his side.
Morty did not feel like he could rest easy because of it.
There were eleven Ricks. Six of them had clearly taken Citadel of Ricks's side—and chosen the side of their own survival.
So figuring out how to win became an urgent matter.
Monopoly could also be called a property game. One of the keys to winning was real estate: using money to make more money. But how to pry money out of the other side's hands was also a decisive factor.
Put simply...
It was like... as long as all my competitors' money gets burned away—
Then I win.
That gave Morty a strange sense of immersion.
He even started to understand why, before he came here, whenever those corporate giants entered a market, they always went crazy with subsidies.
Wasn't it just to burn through their competitors' money, then monopolize the entire market?
And because of that vaguely defined red line of acceptable behavior—
Once the winner had won, they could do whatever they wanted in that market. Raise prices whenever they liked, play however they liked.
Until the whole place turned into a complete mess.
Once I get out, I'm definitely getting a Portal Gun and finding a way back. Then I'll hang the two Mas from streetlights.
But first, I have to win...
Morty set down the dice and moved forward six spaces. Number 1's and Number 9's properties charged him tolls. Moving six spaces had cost him money twice.
Even though Morty's assets currently ranked second, he was starting to struggle.
Every time he passed a property, he had to pay. Those were the rules.
But when a game that had been a chaotic free-for-all became a two-sided showdown, with six people on each side, it became excruciating.
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