Prince of Alcatazatic Plastic Military Monarch

“Good mornin’, General.”
“Today we will take all the plastic across this district, this district,
and this unprotected town.”
“Very good, General. I’ll prepare the team and the equipment.”

A single light shines on the General now that the Prince has left.
Darkness surrounds him.

“No one knows. Not even the Prince. I will lay the land bare
and desolate. I will capture the goodness of every heart and
make it fold into itself until it is hate for their neighbors.
Here I sing. For I am the plastic King.”