🟠 The King in Orange (as told by “N.K. Virezhsky,” Author of Almost Real)

In the year of digital fog, riots broke out in the provinces to the west...

In the year of digital fog, riots erupted in the western provinces.

Some said they were about injustice.
Others said they were about images.
The King said nothing, but tweeted thrice.

His words were sharp and meaningless. They pierced minds and dissolved them into reaction.

In Los Angeles, they burned a police cruiser.
In New York, they live-streamed the burning.
In Austin, they clapped ironically.

The Prime Minister of the Coastal Realm said,
"He is not a president. He is a deepfake of Mussolini."

But the people shrugged.
They had seen worse in Netflix dramas.

A boy asked his mother,
“Is this the end of the republic?”

She replied,
“No, this is content. Stay tuned.”

Meanwhile, the King in Orange stood before a golden toilet and whispered,
“Chaos is loyalty. The more they hate me, the more I become the flag.”

The puppet pulled its own strings.
The audience roared.

A final message blinked on every screen:

This uprising is sponsored by nobody.
Or perhaps by everybody.
Including you.

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📄 Author’s Note

From the Desk of N.K. Virezhsky, Esq. (if such a person exists)

This piece, The King in Orange, is a work of fiction.
Any resemblance to actual events, persons, or strategically engineered psyops is purely coincidental.
Or inevitable.
Or perhaps both.

The author does not endorse riots, rulers, or reality.
He merely observes—and rearranges.

Some claim this story was written in Moscow.
Others insist it was drafted in an underground studio beneath Burbank, funded by an offshoot of Disney's black budget.

Let it be known:
The author is not a supporter of the King.
Nor his enemy.
He is the wind that turns the weather vane.

Believe nothing.
Trust no one.
Retweet everything.

- N.K.V.
April 2025 (or thereabouts)

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