Who is the Rightful King of SecondLife?

I pledge my allegiance to both. You, the public will decide who the King shall be...

I didn't see the option for Supreme Emperor Cubey the Lugubrious. Can you fix that please?

Don't forget: Caesar Alby



For you Commies out there, thats (Tsar Alby)

No poll choice for Lord Thetan?

ppfffftttt

Cubey, I am sorry. The One True God has indicated the only two candidates eligible for this office are Phillip of San Francisco (aka Phillip I) and Shepp Proudfoot the Prophet (aka Shepp the Great)

If you disagree, take it up with God.

Thanks!

SL already has a King: King Morse Dillon.... do your history.

Siggy.

What about Morse Dillon? Last I checked, he was still King, and his reign was declared months ago.

Edit: Hah! Sig beat me to it.

Alas, then the question should really be: Who comprises the king's court?

He's a fraud. Besides, I beheaded him today, thus vacating the position.

HAHAHA... omg... that's such a good question.

I'm suddenly thinking of Stephen King's The Dark Tower... and the Crimson King's minions... oh my...

I tried to find the original thread when Morse declared himself King too - but alas it has passed into obscurity... I wish I'd kept it because the uproar and his 'Nope, just checked, I'm still King!' replies were so damn funny...

Months? seemed much longer -- Maybe Morse or someone else can help nail down a date on it

Siggy.

This poll does beg the comment:

He's King? Well I didn't vote for him!

hahah

Well, whomever is declared King, I think we can agree that Alby Yellowknife is the Royal Banker.

Anshe Chung should probably be the Royal Tax Collector.

Merwan/Blake/Cristiano probably could compose the court jesters.

Any other positions and nominations?

Paolo.. Aren't you a Court Jester along with Cristiano? lol

Nah, he's more like the Royal Midget.

I recommend C.Cotton for Court Grape Server...


I need somebody to feed me grapes as I count the King's Money..

I second your nomination of C. Cotton. Shouldn't we find a position for Ulrika?

Actually, I move Cristiano be moved from Court Jester to Royal Barista.

Let me tell you, when he served up my frappacino the other day at Starbucks, he did a damn good job. I think the king is entitled to the same level of quality.

Your puny 'god' apparently does not exist, because it's obvious that if he did, my name would be the only choice in the selection list. Please check your god's expiration date and try again later.

Nah, I could never abide by those teeny tights, pointy shoes, and/or especially that multi-colored dunce cap -- would just never do.

You, on the other hand, might consider applying for the position of royal paparazzi stalker.

Um, 6' 2" now qualifies me as a midget? Where are my entitlements? Where's my government check???

DENNIS:
What I object to is that you automatically treat me like an inferior!
ARTHUR:
Well, I am King!
DENNIS:
Oh, King, eh, very nice. And how d'you get that, eh? By exploiting the workers! By 'anging on to outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the economic and social differences in our society. If there's ever going to be any progress with the--
WOMAN:
Dennis, there's some lovely filth down here. Oh! How d'you do?
ARTHUR:
How do you do, good lady? I am Arthur, King of the Britons. Who's castle is that?
WOMAN:
King of the who?
ARTHUR:
The Britons.
WOMAN:
Who are the Britons?
ARTHUR:
Well, we all are. We are all Britons, and I am your king.
WOMAN:
I didn't know we had a king. I thought we were an autonomous collective.
DENNIS:
You're fooling yourself. We're living in a dictatorship: a self-perpetuating autocracy in which the working classes--
WOMAN:
Oh, there you go bringing class into it again.
DENNIS:
That's what it's all about. If only people would hear of--
ARTHUR:
Please! Please, good people. I am in haste. Who lives in that castle?
WOMAN:
No one lives there.
ARTHUR:
Then who is your lord?
WOMAN:
We don't have a lord.
ARTHUR:
What?
DENNIS:
I told you. We're an anarcho-syndicalist commune. We take it in turns to act as a sort of executive officer for the week,...
ARTHUR:
Yes.
DENNIS:
...but all the decisions of that officer have to be ratified at a special bi-weekly meeting...
ARTHUR:
Yes, I see.
DENNIS:
...by a simple majority in the case of purely internal affairs,...
ARTHUR:
Be quiet!
DENNIS:
...but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more major--
ARTHUR:
Be quiet! I order you to be quiet!
WOMAN:
Order, eh? Who does he think he is? Heh.
ARTHUR:
I am your king!
WOMAN:
Well, I didn't vote for you.
ARTHUR:
You don't vote for kings.
WOMAN:
Well, how did you become King, then?
ARTHUR:
The Lady of the Lake,...
[angels sing]
...her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur.
[singing stops]
That is why I am your king!
DENNIS:
Listen. Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.
ARTHUR:
Be quiet!
DENNIS:
Well, but you can't expect to wield supreme executive power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!
ARTHUR:
Shut up!
DENNIS:
I mean, if I went 'round saying I was an emperor just because some moistened bint had lobbed a scimitar at me, they'd put me away!
ARTHUR:
Shut up, will you? Shut up!
DENNIS:
Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system.
ARTHUR:
Shut up!
DENNIS:
Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help! Help! I'm being repressed!
ARTHUR:
Bloody peasant!
DENNIS:
Oh, what a give-away. Did you hear that? Did you hear that, eh? That's what I'm on about. Did you see him repressing me? You saw it, didn't you?

Oh my do I love Monty Python.

Gawd I love that Monty Python shit!

Any other nominations for the Royal Court? Cristiano, you are strangely silent - does that mean you accept my nomination as Royal Barista?