Narcissistic Nihilist Community Member When the Dust Settles..
The northern tundra. A land filled with frost and a chill that
seeps into the bone. A place void of all but the hardiest of
fauna. It was here that a quarrel between three males took
place. As snow drifted from the heavens to rest upon a section
of earth that witnessed little else, three figures stood in
silence. Their presence formed a triangle of equal distance,
equilateral if one wished to be technical. As the silence of the
men was met by the near inaudible whisper of snow kissing the
frosted dirt, a single snowflake was halved. The first move had
been made.