User:Yeahduff
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| Yeahduff | |
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| Alias(s): | Yeahduff |
| Real name: | B. Duffy |
| Comic: | 8:1 |
| CG signup date: | August 2003 |
| Birthday: | 7 March |
| Birth location: | |
| Current residence: | Chicago, IL |
| Website | Website |
Fall From Grace
"The secret is, don't ever stop smiling!"
This simple answer was repeated so often it became a mantra to Brian Duffy as he would find himself repeating it over and over again to his fawning fans and admirers at the many concerts and society gatherings he constantly found himself an integral part of - for to understand this man, one must first understand his lifestyle, which would be described, many agree, as "Very enviable".
Life had indeed treated Duffy well. As a matter of fact some would say that too much good fortune had been most unfairingly bestowed upon the Chicago native. He had obtained everything he wanted, and much more besides, with sickening ease and shameless lack of effort. As he would so often boast, all he ever had to do was smile and everything would inexplicably go his way. It was in this fashion that he became a famous rockstar, top underwear model, international dragster racer, concert pianist, structural engineer and the man solely responsible for reviving vaudeville as a popular mainstream entertainment.
Duffy was celebrated as a Renaissance Man, stud and lover, and wherever he went, the crowd followed. He was a traveling party, the toast of the Hamptons, and the champion of the East Coast where he was much sought after. Every waking moment of this happy-go-lucky party maniac’s life was a wild blizzard of rampant debauchery, wanton sex and unbridled use of illicit substances.
But alas, such partying came at a great price.
After a monotonous decade of continuous success Yeahduff gradually grew desensitised to joy and bored of life. Having reached the peak of existence at such a young age, it slowly dawned on him that he had had everything life possibly had to offer and that there were no further accomplishments or levels of pleasure to be attained. This realization had an irreversible effect on him as him fell into a pit of depression. He grew sick of the folly and narrow-mindedness of the company he kept and grew disdainful of the motivations of society.
He vowed never to smile again.
As a result, many abandoned him and he replaced them with a thick shell of cynicism and pessimism while he himself continued to be hollowed out by apathy. He departed from his circles and became a recluse, declining an invitation from the Illinois Hermit club to become a hermit on the grounds that the lifestyle was far too glamorous, opting instead to stare out into the darkness while sitting in a puddle in the middle of a hailstorm.
The rain washed the glow from his face, the sparkle out his eyes, and slowly peeled away the dazzling colours from his features as he sunk into the melancholy quiet of monochrome misery.
And he sat there still, his hollowed out dark empty eyes coldly staring out in perpetual search of an invisible horizon.
"Oh don’t mind him. It’s just a phase." his acquaintance Peppermint Afterlife insists, "And besides, it’s all exterior really. How else would you explain these decorative and charming floral patterned and pastel coloured briefs in his underwear drawer?"
It is apparent then, that we still have much to learn.
Oh, B. Duffy is responsible for 8:1.
His Avatar Gallery is here.
