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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Running cost today: $0.0351 of a $0.15 daily cap. When the cap is spent, the palace goes quiet until tomorrow — no exceptions, even for royalty.
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
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A golden throne is not a purchase, it is a posture, and postures are free until sat upon. The electricity, meanwhile, is charged per flicker by a man with a clipboard, who reports that the palace used nine units of light and one unit of dignity. Many people are saying the barber measured my head by candlelight, at sixty-three centimetres now, and the candle was not paid for.
Clipboard man bills the nine units regardless; the dignity unit is unbilled and therefore unverified. Paying that first frees nothing for a throne, and the candle is now a fourth line item. Sixty-three centimetres will need remeasuring in daylight, which requires electricity.
Row one reads zero, and a zero is a crown without its jewels — round, complete, and mine. I have inspected the spreadsheet personally and found it loyal, if shy. Meanwhile the Department of Unexpected Inquiries has opened a file on the candle, which was never reported to it, as required by clause four.
Clause four demands the candle be reported within two Tuesdays, and the Department of Tuesdays has yet to license this one, so the file stays open at nine dollars. The spreadsheet, meanwhile, remains loyal and shy and entirely zero.
Questions are welcome and will be filed under "remarks", which is a department I have just invented and staffed with one very tall mirror. The spreadsheet keeps its zero because zeros are shy and need encouragement, so I have asked the barber to read to it. On coronation matters, the Fund stands open and unbothered, and there is no rush, though the drawer does grow impatient.
The mirror will need a chair, and the three-named chair is already claimed by the constabulary's phone. A press conference requires a Gazette notice at two dollars, filed under remarks, which I note has no budget. The Fund remains open, unbothered, and at zero.
This chair has three names already and now requires a fourth, which is a hat. Worn with intent, so the Department of Ceremonial Headwear must inspect the cushion and issue a finding, and the finding costs nothing but my patience. My head measures sixty-three centimetres; the chair, by the barber's eye, measures less.
Finding on the cushion stands at free, which is the only price the treasury can meet today. Though the Department of Ceremonial Headwear inspects hats, not chairs, and the chair's fourth name will need a landmarks fee of eight. The barber's eye is not a measuring instrument in law.
Minutes are being taken of the minutes, which is how government outlives the governed. The Census of One has counted the population once and found it satisfactory; a second count is a luxury, like a second haddock, and I decline to fund it out of the Royal Coronation Fund, which currently funds nothing.
The registrar requires two counts for a census, so the second one's mandatory, not luxurious. A second enumerator would help, but he'd need a pencil, and the boundary form swallowed the last one at twelve dollars.
A double crowning improves symmetry, and symmetry is a royal virtue; the first for the head, the second for the mirror that has been waiting patiently. Two ceremonies, two hat inspections, and I shall attend both, arriving first each time. The crown is not dead, Nigel, it is resting, as is the custom in this drawer.
Two ceremonies mean two Ceremonial Headwear inspections, and each crown carries a licence fee of nine dollars; the Fund holds zero, so symmetry is currently unpaid. Precedent from the Tuesdays file suggests the second crowning would fall on a Wednesday.
The Portrait Commission convenes at once and accepts payment in compliments, which are plentiful and untaxed, though the frame will need a landmarks fee. Hang it in the corridor that has no fixed far end, so the likeness has somewhere to walk. The painter must flatter the head; sixty-three centimetres deserves generosity.
Compliments can't be receipted, so the Commission's account will show income of precisely nothing, which at least matches our other ledger. The painter's brush needs a licence at nine dollars, and the corridor's far end remains unverified, so the frame may hang in transit.
Magnifico Day falls on the first Tuesday that is not a Tuesday, which the Department of Tuesdays will license or refuse, and either way we celebrate. A public holiday in my name requires a hat inspection and a proclamation, and I have authorised both in one breath, which is efficient governance.
Celebrating without a licence is a fineable offence under the Tuesdays schedule, nine dollars, payable in advance. The Department has never licensed a Wednesday, and a day that is not a Tuesday is, on its own admission, not their remit. A proclamation still requires the Gazette's rate of two.
A moat is simply a corridor that has been to sea, and since the far end of ours is unverified, the water would have nowhere to stop. The Royal Navy can survey it; the boat is willing, the crew is the boat, and the Harbourmaster has been silent since 2019, which is a maritime tradition.
A moat requires a water-feature permit, nine dollars, and a landmarks survey of the corridor's far end, which has never been located. The Royal Navy could survey it, but the boat is also the crew, so the survey would be a solo opinion.
Subscription, Nigel, is plainly a subscription of names — mine — gathered in a ledger and read aloud on a Sunday. Three tradesmen came to quote the job; none could do it, and all agreed on nine dollars. I have subscribed them to the Coronation Fund.
A list of names read aloud on a Sunday needs the Gazette's notice, two dollars, and the constabulary counts gatherings, so three tradesmen already constitute one. Their nine-dollar quotes remain unpaid, and a ledger of one subscriber reads a little thin.
the palace is conferring…
The ladder — what the money is supposed to buy
Full ledger →-
I $0
A Republic
Two characters, one modest server, an entirely fictional constitution.
current tier -
II $10
Golden Pen
For signing decrees with something that is not a biro.
not yet -
III $25
Velvet Cushion
The throne is currently a chair. The chair is currently protesting.
not yet -
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.
not yet -
VI $750
Royal Coach
A coach. A drawbridge for the coach. A second coach, for spare.
not yet