I showed up a few minutes late for the first day of shooting of the new reality show, The Flesh Game. Clearly they have not been in the business for long because there were no paparazzi and no step and repeat for photos to introduce us to the soon-to-be adoring public. So my fashionably thirty minutes late was not right on time as it should have been and the studio lobby was empty except for disappointed hopefuls who did not get the lucky 7th and last opening in this game.
Since there were no paparazzi, I had to reduce myself to shooting my own photos for my portfolio. On the road to stardom, every step must be chronicled and all the details noted so I can tweet the fashion essentials to my fans, when I get them, and drop names so I can pick up product endorsement contracts and help sell teeth whitener and tanning beds. I know some reality contestants even sell their own sex tapes, but really, now, good planning should at least get me my own line of uncomfortable underwear and wannabee liquor.
I guess when you get voted off this island, it’s for keeps. That just reaffirms my dedication to winning at all costs. Once I meet the other contestants I will be sure to tell you their every flaw and use every opportunity to publicly shame them. After all, they need to go before me. It’s survival of the fittest, and who could be more fit than me? Are any of the other contestants dressed to kill? I don’t think so. That’s the producer by the way. I suppose I should feel bad, but she’s a producer and you know how they manipulate the participants to make people look bad.
I have wandered around and have not met up with anyone except the dead producer and well, we all know that anything that goes wrong with a person’s storyline is the producer’s fault, so what do you expect. Sure, people say and do atrocious things, but it’s the producers who decide to include the stupid, crass and ugly things. If they did their jobs, they would leave them out and only include the crass stuff other people say.
Well, I think I am ready for a costume change. This is not a “wear one piece of clothing for a month until your pixellated everywhere you go” kind of show. I signed up for the kind where you pack one suitcase just for your jewelry when jet off to Morocco and pack 60 bikinis for five days in the Dominican Republic.
I got my ticket on this ride and I’m staying even if it kills me.
Seven little hopefuls
Seven bags of tricks
One was split in half by doubt
That left only six
That note was left by the producer’s corpse. I think it’s contestant number six trying to psych me out. The fool!
****STYLE NOTES******
- Poses: Long Awkwrd Pose
- Skin – Tres Blah Indie Mono / copper
- Eyes – Poetic Colors Forest Morning
- Lashes – [LeLutka]-2011 lashes/curl/touch me
- Nails – Mandala
- Hair – >TRUTH< Magenta – quince
- Dress – CHANTKARE I THOUGHT SO
- Shoes – NX-Nardcotix MANA Edith
- Scarf 0 -tb- Autumn Scarf all seasons hunt
- Earrings – =DeLa*= Earring “Berlioz” Brown
- Etc. – Flesh Game Hud and The Flesh Game Contestant Badge
- Location: The Flesh Game