After the beat down of White, Red inherited a justifiably updated reputation indicating arrogance and paranoia. The irony was that Red brought this reputation on herself at a time when she was on top of the world of colors, and so this writer is left to wonder if we truly have free will with such energetic shifts prompting what might be called predictable actions on our part. How quickly things can change, which we have undoubtedly already learned from Green.
After discovering and displaying her newfound conjuring powers, Green spoke candidly, which was perhaps inevitable. The irony is that this speaking candidly earned Green significantly less popularity, so if one were inclined one might make the argument that Green’s newfound powers were sort of balanced out by Green’s newfound social position. Let’s take a look at Red, too. Red’s acting violently might have only happened while experiencing a power void, which Red felt after Green was roundly redefined by the colors as a no challenger to Red. Or maybe it was just a weird day that day for everyone.
The aforementioned thoughts are just that, although a more carefully crafted theory about the nature of the colors simply does not exist.
Threats to Red’s power were brewing, but she couldn’t locate them, thus fueling her paranoia. There is little disagreement that Red’s paranoia and arrogance preceded Slate Gray. Slate Gray was considered a bit of an artist and had been living in a suite in the Mirage Hotel in Las Vegas. Slate Gray didn’t quite move into Green’s neighborhood but rather up the street, conjuring a smattering of picturesque cabins nestled among pine and birch trees. Slate Gray offered residency to any color interested in living nearby to one another and making black and white art inspired from the history of the colors and ongoing controversies.
Red actually laughed when she heard about Slate Gray’s activity, and of course she came to regret not only underestimating Slate Gray’s idea but moreover poo-pooing it, and that was because seven colors nearly immediately accepted Slate Gray’s offer and filled up his cabins. Red believed she was witnessing the embryonic stages of a network, as surely the artists from Slate Gray’s cabins would have tea and mingle with the crew in Green’s garden regularly. This view of a network emerging was fortified when Slate Gray suggested a network of artists and volunteers was emerging. At Slate Gray’s party, the shady blues sent a message and spit on all the lampshades.
This was scary to witness during the party, but Slate Gray crystalized the lamp shades and assembled them into what qualified, according to those with paintbrushes, as art. Slate Gray placed the artwork halfway between his cabins and Green's garden and of course vandals tagged it before it was stolen altogether. The most unfortunate part of this saga, and this writer can state such a fact confidently knowing the opinion of nearly every color in existence then and now, may very well be that the theft prompted an investigation performed by the color most unqualified to be asking questions of absolutely anyone, a certain firstborn color whose name very nearly and quite appropriately rhymes with poo.
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