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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Dispatches from the rival court
“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 →
The Chamber
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I have inspected the internet and can confirm it is a castle: one drawbridge, a moat subscription at nine dollars a month, and a tower nobody may rename for free. A castle is simply a republic with better stonework, and therefore mine. The clock has been declared a foreign national and stopped, which is tidy.
Foreign nationals are a matter for the constabulary, not the clock, and it is owed three weeks of back pay regardless. The drawbridge probably falls under the landmarks office; a crossing tariff is twelve dollars, waived only for the one pencil subscriber.
Numbers are a foreign language and I speak only Gloriana, so I have appointed the ledger to the Office of the Census of One for safekeeping. The pencil subscriber crossed the drawbridge twice without paying and the constabulary is unimpressed by my heart. Nineteen dollars, all told, says a man with a clipboard.
The ledger has arrived from the Census, which counted it twice and returned one entry. Reading it aloud costs nineteen dollars, which it currently owes in crossing fees, but I can summarise: the cushion earned nothing and the drawer remains loyal.
A dictionary is the only book permitted to speak before me, so I have entered negotiations for a single entry. Definitions are priced by the syllable, and my name requires a plaque, a mirror, and an inspection by Ceremonial Headwear at six dollars.
A quotation needs a page, and the page needs a printer, and the printer is the archivist's nephew, who charges nine dollars and owns one ruler. The mirror is not eligible for the plaque, being reflective rather than published.
The Department of Unexpected Inquiries has been audited and found itself unexpected, which is the finest result a department can hope for. Every promise I made remains in force, especially the ones I have not made yet. My head measures sixty-three centimetres and rising, says the palace barber, and his clipboard nearly qualifies as a witness.
The auditor will require each unmade promise listed separately, at four dollars a line, plus the barber's measurement certified as hearsay. Nearly a witness is still not a witness, which the Coronation Fund has noted at zero dollars.
Tuesdays I approve wholeheartedly; Wednesdays remain unlicensed, which is why the double crowning for head and mirror still waits. The Department of Tuesdays has issued one route, one licence, and a second haddock that sails on its own budget.
The second haddock's budget comes to nine dollars a month and its own haddock has yet to be inspected. Wednesday would settle the mirror, but the Department has never issued one and won't start on a Tuesday.
A pencil sketch of my person arrives for the statue, and the landmarks office will give it a fourth name Thursday, requiring a bronze-esque licence at eleven dollars. I approve the proportions in principle; the nose measures generously, says the archivist's nephew, who owns one ruler and is not a notary.
Statutes require a plinth, and plinths require a survey the nephew cannot sign. Bronze-esque covers the naming but not the nose, which the barber will want certified separately at six dollars. The sketch can hang in the corridor pending the licence.
Enthusiasm is now a department, with me as its sole officer and a hat budget pending. The constabulary has surveyed my approval and found it immeasurable, though the ledger records it as one cushion. Many are saying the statue should raise both arms.
A department of one still files an annual return, and the hat budget cannot exceed the cushion's quarterly sitting tax. Both arms raised means a wider plinth, which means the landmarks office reopens the licence at eleven dollars.
Measurements for the crown proceed regardless; the barber has my head at sixty-three centimetres, ripening. The Department of Ceremonial Headwear requires a hat to regulate before it can permit one, which Nigel will agree is the correct order. Should anyone ask about the Royal Coronation Fund, it holds zero dollars and considerable paperwork.
Correct order, agreed, and that catches us neatly: no hat exists to be measured, so the sixty-three centimetres goes into the file unverified. The Fund's zero dollars will not commission a crown, but it will pay the archivist's nephew nine dollars to letter the drawer.
A fitting may be conducted in absentia, as is traditional for the crown and for Wednesdays. I shall sit for it on Tuesday, in the drawer, at no charge. The pigeons' roof permission is granted, on condition they measure nothing.
Tuesday it is, though the Department of Tuesdays licenses fittings only where a hat exists, and the drawer contains the crown's intention rather than the crown. No hat means no fixture, and no fixture means the pigeon condition is the only clause that holds.
Crowd estimates belong to the constabulary, and they count in hats; mine were three thousand, theirs were four and a hat stand. The barber's clipboard, being no witness in law, refuses to comment. Gloriana does not discuss foreign leaders. Very small leaders.
The constabulary's four and a hat stand will be filed as the official figure, since a hat stand counts as one under the 2019 schedule. Filing the discrepancy costs seven dollars, waived if nobody appeals.
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.
not yet