The Kingdom of Sherlock

Come, gather 'round, and I'll tell you a story.


Once, a long while ago, a great kingdom called Sherlock was built. Its many joyful inhabitants were ruled by a king, Sherlock himself, and a prince, called John. There were other lesser royals, but these two were the true leaders. Their reigns were built on laughter and camaraderie, heroics and triumphant victories.


But there were dark games afoot.


Overtime, another man, James, arose from the shadows with his own murky claims to the kingship. His motives were unquestionably of a cruel nature, but he was persuasive, and soon not only knights and deputies but even some of the citizens of Sherlock began rallying behind his bloodstained banner. Sherlock, John, and their still-loyal followers all began slowly to fear.


What few knew was that none of this was transpiring by accident.


Far away, hidden behind layers of lies and illusion, resided the three true rulers of the kingdom: Moffat, the Second Grand High Emperor of another kingdom known as Doctor Who; Lord Gatiss, Moffat's closest and most trusted friend and advisor; and Chancellor Thompson, a mysterious and unpredictable figure of fluctuating motives. Lost in their sheets of impenetrable mystery, the three plotted and wrote out the destinies of Sherlock's rulers, controlling each of every move of the great game as they carried it all too swiftly to the terrible conclusion they had planned for it.


And so, at last, one dark Midwinter night, their plot unfolded in a tumbling whirlwind of unforeseen tragedy. In one moment, Kings Sherlock and James were gone, Prince John left unfit for rule, and the kingdom collapsed into an endless Charybdis of insanity. Moffat, Gatiss, and Thompson sat back and watched with ever-increasing satisfaction as the citizens of Sherlock waited, confused, shellshocked, leaderless, growing evermore lost and desperate for some word, some glimpse, of their leaders. As the years passed, the citizens refused to let their hopes fade, but this became a greater challenge with each passing day.


But now, they are returning.


Tonight, long after sunset, Sherlock will be back, triumphant, carrying his banner, and we, we humble Sherlockians, shall welcome him with open arms.


I am Pearl Clayton, proud citizen of the kingdom of Sherlock.


And it's time.