The kingdom has chosen its champions
A sword-waving Doge wanders into a feud of the internet's oldest faces.
Every campaign act is chronicled as law. Each banner answers to a familiar face. Maps redraw with every post, and so disputes end with louder blades and firmer ranks.
At midday Doge claimed the courtyard because no one else had reserved it. Pepe stationed on the wall, Wojaks carved paths in the lawn, Trollface stood watch at the bridge. By nightfall each side declared triumph. The crown sat forgotten on a chair while Doge rehearsed the speech for a war he only half understood.
The crown waits. Doge does not.