The Birth of a Plastic Royalty
The Plastic Prince of Glory is also known as the Golden Boy.
He is a prince because he was carefully selected from among the loyal slave masons, and because the king—long may he live, apparently forever—has not died yet. Therefore, the throne remains occupied, and the prince must patiently wait for his moment of ceremonial usefulness.
And why plastic, you might ask?
Because the throne, for reasons of structural integrity and intellectual compatibility, can apparently hold only plastic materials.
We have introduced him briefly before, but since his story is long—painfully long—we decided it deserves a whole series of articles. After all, we would not want him to become jealous of the Dummy Warlock, who has been receiving far too much attention lately.
A Police Officer With… Special Responsibilities
The Golden Boy works in the police.
However, his role appears to be slightly different from the one most people imagine when they hear the word police. In this particular version of reality, he seems to function more as the official supervisor of the Game of Irresponsibles.
And since he is, of course, proudly Masonic, the rules are simple:
family comes first.
Justice, professionalism, and accountability are apparently optional accessories.
The Referee Who Didn’t Need to Blow the Whistle
At the beginning, he played the role of the fair referee.
Or at least he appeared fair. In reality, he simply did not need to interfere much because his Masonic family was already winning the game quite comfortably.
Why interrupt a match when your team is scoring goals without resistance?
Everything was going smoothly.
When Neutrality Becomes Treason
After a while, however, things started to slip out of control.
At this point, remaining neutral would no longer be acceptable.
Not standing firmly by the side of the family would be interpreted as something far worse:
treason.
And treason, in the plastic kingdom, is not considered good career management.
The Gentle Art of Looking the Other Way
So the process began quietly.
First, by simply letting things slide.
Small things.
Harmless things.
Things like discrimination.
Things like feeding the individual false information inside an institution supposedly under government observation.
And finally, the masterpiece of selective blindness: allowing the Master Clown to get away with touching women he was supposed to teach, simply because—how convenient—he belonged to the same team.
In the plastic kingdom, loyalty clearly outweighs dignity.
The Beginning of Something Worse
And that, dear reader, is how it started.
But unfortunately for everyone involved, it does not end here.
Soon enough, the Plastic Prince of Glory will stop pretending to be a referee and will begin personally interfering in order to protect the fragile Masonic Plastic Kingdom.
But that part of the story deserves its own chapter.
And we will gladly explore it in the next articles.
