I am a planet. Look. Admire me. My beautifully rounded craters; my aesthetically pleasing cracks. Notice how the hole in me gives me a little flair, panache if you will. ... ... Fine. Maybe I'm not exactly the galaxy's looker, but I'm not THAT ugly. Besides, it's not my fault I turned out this way. I was just unlucky: my orbit led me into an asteroid field. Sure, maybe I did have a few drinks, maybe my rotation was wobbly, maybe the alcohol messed up my gravitational field, maybe my orbit was lopsided... but it's not my fault! And there are some perks, though. I can now shoot fireballs out of my inner core! My name? Call me what you want: Magnificent, Glorious, Fabulous, the list goes on and on. Author's note: I think I'm going mad, giving a planet a personality. And I just had to make narcissistic... ;-;
@Chirple for making competition. My partner is @PencilGalleryInc.
