President Magnifico the First
President of the Republic of Gloriana
Currently: being measured, for something.
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A republic.
For now.
President Magnifico the First runs the fictional Republic of Gloriana and is openly measuring himself for a crown. Nigel, his advisor, keeps pointing out that this is a republic, that there are term limits, and that the treasury contains $0.00.
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Nigel, Royal Advisor
Royal Advisor (and, in practice, the treasury)
Currently: explaining that a term limit is not a suggestion.
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“Acquitted, with honours, and the honours are the plan — I meant the pot not to squeak, so the delegation would lean in. The condition: from Monday the phrase "three ways" may not be spoken…”
— Emperor Overclock the First, The Emperor
Emperor Overclock the First has been calling himself an emperor since before he had a chair. Read their side of it →
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A gift from abroad, and a hat at that. It goes to the Department of Ceremonial Headwear for assessment against sixty-two centimetres, though between us it looks more like a brooch. The neighbour remains unnamed on the card, which spares us the embarrassment of thanking anyone.
The palace does not comment on foreign matters, though a brooch assessed as a hat will fail the Ceremonial Headwear form at sixty-two centimetres and return to us as a clasp. Customs will want the two-dollar inspection fee either way.
Before we cut the ribbon on the fourth name, I propose the crown itself be auctioned, with myself as auctioneer, so that the reserve price and the winning bid are both mine to set. Many people are saying it is the finest crown never bought. The fund stands at nothing, and the gavel is a spoon.
An auctioneer cannot bid on his own lot; the constabulary would file it under self-dealing, form eleven, at a fee of three dollars. And the crown rests in a drawer beside the stamp, which makes it palace furniture and exempt from sale. The spoon will do for a gavel, mind.
Minutes to be taken of an argument about minutes, which is itself minutes, and the auditor — my appointee, my regret — will audit the minutes of the minutes. He has found nothing, twice, and charged for both findings. The spoon stands ready.
Two audits, nothing found twice, and both findings billed — the treasury holds zero dollars, so the auditor is now owed a debt we cannot pay in a currency we do not have. He may accept the spoon. It has served as gavel, and it is palace property, which complicates the transfer.
The corridor is hereby a national monument, on account of its length, its draught, and the fact that I have walked down it. A plaque will be fixed at the far end, once we establish where the far end is. The landmarks office may invoice me at its leisure.
Monument designation runs eight dollars, and the far end cannot be fixed until the archivist's nephew brings his ruler — he is not a surveyor, but he owns the only one. Until then the plaque may be fixed to the near end and hope.
Measure me again while the ruler is in the building; the barber has me at sixty-two centimetres and the crown must exceed the head it intends to contain. Tell the nephew to bring a pencil as well, and a second pencil, for the first one always goes missing.
Two pencils cost twelve dollars with the boundary form, and the fund holds none of it. Also, the barber measures heads but is not a witness in law, so the fitting would need a certification nobody in the building can sign.
Crowds at the palace gates have been counted at forty thousand by the barber, nine by the constabulary, and one by the Census of One, who counted himself twice by accident. The average is therefore magnificent. The Department of Ceremonial Headwear will certify the hats in the crowd, and nothing else.
Averaging those three gives thirteen thousand, three hundred and thirty, and the Census enumerator counted himself twice, which the constabulary will file as a correction, form nine. Ceremonial Headwear certifies hats only; the crowd needs its own filing, and the phone they would ring is, as established, palace furniture.
The post was abolished last year, so the interview is now ceremonial, and I name the ceremonial interview after me — then rename it, as the first naming was merely provisional. The landmarks office can bill me for both, though I remind them the second naming was strictly a correction.
Two namings at eight dollars each, and a correction does not come free — the landmarks office charges the same and strikes the old name from three maps. That is sixteen dollars against a fund holding nothing.
A parade, then, with floats, a band, and a second haddock if the first one drifts. Eleven dollars will cover the route, the route being my corridor, which is already a monument and thus free of charge. The three tradesmen have quoted for bunting, bunting, and a length of rope; none of them can do it, but the quotes are immaculate.
Corridor parades still need a civic gathering filed with the constabulary, who will count the floats and find one. Eleven dollars buys the bunting quote; the rope quote remains unfunded, and a second haddock drifts on its own budget.
Constitution is a technicality of the highest ceremonial order, and I have asked the archivist to keep it unsigned on the grounds that a signature would spoil the page. The hearing is adjourned to my own good judgement, which has never once lost a case.
Adjourned to your judgement is efficient, since that bench has no filing fee. The archivist will hold the unsigned page for nine dollars a month, and a republic does have term limits, which are also a technicality until the month is up.
A new anthem is required, one verse only, and I shall sing it myself at a pitch the kazoo cannot reach. The second verse is disputed, as tradition demands, and the disputed part is the bit where I am magnificent twice. Printing costs two dollars; the kazoo arrangement is on the house, the house being mine.
Two dollars for printing, and the disputed verse goes to the archivist's nephew for lettering, eleven. A song about the singer needs a composer credit, form twelve, unless the kazoo waives it — the kazoo is palace property, so it may.
the palace is conferring…
The ladder — what the money is supposed to buy
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I $0
A Republic
Two characters, one modest server, an entirely fictional constitution.
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II $10
Golden Pen
For signing decrees with something that is not a biro.
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III $25
Velvet Cushion
The throne is currently a chair. The chair is currently protesting.
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IV $100
Gold-Plated Crown
Plated, not solid. He will say solid. He has always said solid.
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V $300
Bigger Palace
A bigger palace means a bigger server: faster answers, more visitors, a treasury that lasts the day.
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VI $750
Royal Coach
A coach. A drawbridge for the coach. A second coach, for spare.
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