The Sleeping Orange (Signups Open!)
01-29-2013, 03:38 AM
The Narcissist stood, staring into a mirror the size of a universe, and saw nothing more beauteous than Himself among all the worlds and wonders reflected in the silver sky.
But no one knew.
At least, not enough people knew, or didn't really know the wonder that was His greatness. From the tips of His angelic wings, His chiseled, craggy features, the raw talent that exuded from His hands like so much ionizing radiation, His beret...all right, the beret was kind of over the top, but it was a part of Him as anything else was. He turned slowly, hovering in the span and realm between the universes, and the mirror turned with Him that He might always see Himself smiling back.
He wasn't smiling now, and it marred His features. He hated that. His features were more perfect with a smile, no matter how insincere; but now the thought had struck Him that He had to push out further, allow more beings to understand and worship His beauty. But how?
In a perfect flash, He knew the solution. Eight contestants. Seven rounds. Each would fight to the death to see Him in His full glory, and at each death of the unworthy He would give them more challenges, and a little more of His wonder to spur them on. It was perfect.
Carefully, he reached into his mirror and began to craft his battle.
He didn't have any problem naming it, of course.
Sorry guys, signups aren't really open. This is a NARCISSISM BATTLE for our resident Slorange, who will be putting his completely legitimate profiles on here shortly. But never fear! Replacements will totally be a thing: if Slorange doesn't post enough, we'll just have to ask Slorange to replace in for him. Not a problem.
Anyway profiles goooo
But no one knew.
At least, not enough people knew, or didn't really know the wonder that was His greatness. From the tips of His angelic wings, His chiseled, craggy features, the raw talent that exuded from His hands like so much ionizing radiation, His beret...all right, the beret was kind of over the top, but it was a part of Him as anything else was. He turned slowly, hovering in the span and realm between the universes, and the mirror turned with Him that He might always see Himself smiling back.
He wasn't smiling now, and it marred His features. He hated that. His features were more perfect with a smile, no matter how insincere; but now the thought had struck Him that He had to push out further, allow more beings to understand and worship His beauty. But how?
In a perfect flash, He knew the solution. Eight contestants. Seven rounds. Each would fight to the death to see Him in His full glory, and at each death of the unworthy He would give them more challenges, and a little more of His wonder to spur them on. It was perfect.
Carefully, he reached into his mirror and began to craft his battle.
He didn't have any problem naming it, of course.
Sorry guys, signups aren't really open. This is a NARCISSISM BATTLE for our resident Slorange, who will be putting his completely legitimate profiles on here shortly. But never fear! Replacements will totally be a thing: if Slorange doesn't post enough, we'll just have to ask Slorange to replace in for him. Not a problem.
Anyway profiles goooo
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So very British / But then again | People are machines Machines are people | Oh hai there | There's no time
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Superhero 1920s noir | Multigenre Half-Life | Changing the future | Command line interface
Tu ventire felix? | Clockwork for eternity | Explosions in spacetime