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.