HRW Eggs

THE EGGS!

The 12 PC eggs:

Perfectly Nailpolish Painted Egg

This body looks more like a painted simulation than a living object. Cerulean, pinks and greens all richly laquer the outside of the shell, giving it shine and a smooth glossy hue.The gleam is so bright that one might think of using it as a mirror, that is if its protective mother wasnt apprehensively guarding it with her very existance.Two or three coats of color seem to be layered upon its surface, leaving no parts uncovered, a perfect coat of paint for that perfectly painted egg. Upon closer inspection, a zaffer hue is seen in its hollows, but only slightly, as the light reflects off the shimmering shell at a certain angle.

All Nighter Study Hard Egg

Night cloaks this ovoid in the almost tangible blackness of midnight. The darkness is pierced by a single shaft of light, an illuminating, enlightening streak from top to bottom of the shell. Dreamlike shapes seem to swirl in the murkiness near the light -- an outline of what could be a book, a clock, a bed. Time stops, keeps on flowing in the light of a night that has no end.

Backyard Stargazing Egg

A peaceful darkness envelops this egg, folding it over in endless bolts of velvet. Pinpricks of light, little beacons on the night can be found all over the entirety of the egg's eternally smooth shell. A warmth surrounds the egg -- fragrant and, on the whole, quite pleasant. However, near the bottom, a sort of lighter, frostier color resides, a pleasant counterpart to the near-overpowering warmth of the rest of the egg.

Connecting to the World Egg

Unlike many of its' egg brothers and egg sisters, the swirling whorls of colors manage some brief semblance to order, from the round edges snake long lines of iron gray, which join in a burst of subdued rainbow to dance sinously about the egg's middle. The wirelike lines are a maze of crack-like strands, that branch and branch again, connecting all their edges into the chaos of a whole. And the edges are filled with smudges of color, little nondescript people moving through their lives, brightening as smoky lines send their inner brightness cruising down silvery lines until it reaches the others, turning simple pieces into a greater friendly, all-embracing whole.

Frantically Awaiting Election Results Egg

Tangible tension encircles the pendulous shell as colors shift violently about the turbulent surface. Hues of vibrant crimson and vivid azure battle for supremacy, both vehemently striving for ultimate dominion. All other colors have long since been eliminated, yet neither scarlet nor sapphire triumphs, rather, they teeter on the edge of an indefinite stalemate, and the outcome remains uncertain.

Hot Cocoa by the Fireplace Egg

Warmth and comfort fairly waft from the delicate curve of this ovoid's shell. Flickering flames flare along one end, darting and crackling in a swirl of vermilion and saffron to engulf almost past the widest part of the egg. The other end is lapped at by a different sort of warmth altogether, familiar sweet brown rippling with soothing liquidity. A trick of light permeates from the other side to this: the licking of the crimson blaze is reflected, highlighting the minute waves in a curious melding of two contrasting types of heat.

Lovers Light Egg

Rich purple coats the background as hints of magenta echo across the egg in warm shades. Against the purple, dark indigo shadows dance and and entwine, the pale light shades highlighting their shape. The dark patterns dance and twirl, before coming together as one in the lamp light. Darkest nights romance, shimmering on the shell of an egg.

Playing with the Kitten Egg

Wild stripes of brown and gray dance delightedly across the smooth curve of shell, tabby fuzz blurring in a shimmer of energy. Amidst the wild swirl of smoke and russet, a wild loop of crimson threads, wound in a tangled knot of scarlet yarn. Here and there, curving creamy triangles, wickedly pointed in sharp contrast to their gentle colors, interrupt the ruby rope. Teeth or claws, it makes little difference, for all eventually becomes lost in the playful twist of fur and string.

Romantic Movie Egg

White-hot flames of love, each flickering edge blushed with crimson, lick the rotund egg with a certain lusty glee, radiant against the sable shell. Idyllic roseate hues twine with the incarnadine warmth, graduated in hues from tender puppy love to eternal adoration. Splotches of buttery yellow pop up all over the egg, each salty blotch ringed with a greasy, rash iridescence. Recklessness aside, the patchworked blues that blanket the lower half of the shell embrace the faint, fire-cast shadows of an archetypal dyad, eternal and immortal.

Snuggling in a Blanket Egg

Creamy folds of warmth mix with hints of pink and gold blend easily with the dim shades of neutrals running the gamut from gray-black to silver-white. The seemingly opposing tones swirling and merging to become one, ignoring the barriers to bond together with an eternal promise of harmony. Darker lumps of the same shades hint at the shape of something beneath the thick blanket-shell, the sleepyhead held close within this comforting egg.

Something's Under the Bed Egg

Green glints, gliding along the gentle slope of shell, its sinister swirling evocative of familiar stories; of scales and slime and monsters once whispered of. An odd darkness covers the creamy expanse, and unnatural gray and coal shadowing that lurks like a preying hunter. The danger skulks farther with the bump and thump of rough brown, patching along until a sprinkle of purple and sky-tinged blue slip over it - a quilt of color obscuring the faint, eerie pair of crimson splotches that stare out through the dark, daring any who try to investigate on a lonely night.

Winter Hearthfire Egg

Warmth exudes a faint glow of pleasure: hazy, sunlit tones that disperse with perfect regularity like the flurries of snow-white stippling at random; the trim of egg's paragon curves. Lackluster walnut trundles around the sandswards base, stacking ebon-lined reinforcement to that stout pedastal; from there, a flare of light brightens the tidy shell, flickering saffron radience amongst cerise's more subtle sprawl. Cerulean tips each spindle of amber-threaded rubicond, plutonic elegance sullied and shadowed by a singularly compelling turmoil of blackness.

And the remaining 25 NPC eggs:

Alone on Prom Night Egg: Staunch taffetta shapes crumple into sharp anguish, pressing permanent wrinkles in the shimmery pastel shades that ripple along the shell; some may smooth with time, though others never lose their carelessly-inflicted lines. Wadded balls of white jam into the corner of visibilty, nearly hidden but haphazardly strewn in disorderly clumps to pool at the egg's round base. Fat tearstains warp colors into washed-out patterns of dye, rolling undisturbed in their saline, killjoy glory down the glamourous hues.
Bedtime Lullaby Egg: The comforting pattern of a patchwork quilt wraps this ovoid in soft hues, suggesting that bedtime is inevitable. Like the tender caress of a mother's hand on her sleepy child's cheek, the warm and cozy earth-tones of soft browns brush against the delicate pastels of dreams. The feeling of security curling in cloudlike softness to embrace the resistant sleeper and lull the last of the struggles into the ease of slumber and the land of dreams.
Coming Home and Crashing Egg: Large domed cap is sprinkled with calm cobalt swirls and diced flecks of convivial cream lilacs as if the centre of a dark calm sky dotted with shining stars. Glowing pinks warm the rounded circumference in perfect oscillation, dappled with beaming purples and light azure that set its feel to nonchalant, sleeping, peaceful. Rosy creams lather the silky touch of this large dragon egg, white sparkling almost iridescently with wisps of gold spun throughout it as it nears the smooth lower plane of the egg which weeps back into dark cerulean and gentle citric yellows.
Crash n' Burn Airplane Model Egg: Glops of eggshell and gooey, milky adhesive ooze in achaotic jumble on one half of a shimmery, plasticine gray shell. Tendrils of sticky ivory reach out like imploring, fumbling fingers, attatching to the closest stray polygon of cadet blue that decorates the muddled structure that is this portion of the egg. Illegible letters of blurred ebony march forlorn through the disarry, instructions long forgotten or never understood. The other side, conversely, mocks the pathetic ruin that is it's counterpart. It, the epitome of eggdom, is flawless, void of any mar or scratch, it's glossy exterior reflecting its unattainable perfection condescendingly as its falsified masterpiece inspires false hope even to the sands themselves.
Family Movie Night Egg: The eerie glow of shifting light in a darkened room plays over the comfortable leather curves of this ovoid. Unfortunately, the play of color warrants only as a background to a more rambunctious foreground. One made of greasy butter-yellow handprints pattering this way and that. One made of brightly colored security blankets hiding bulges from the scary world outside. Traceries of red on ivory, blue, and brown gaze down upon this scene of disaster from the apex of the egg, superior and unable to intervene in the chaos below.
Game Night Egg: This oblong orb appears ready for some fun, bearing hints of red and black checkered squares, with a rectangular blue card pattern hiding within some colorful chips. A pair of white squares show black dots, and seem to move if you look at them from the corner of your eye. It looks like a fun night!
Jigsaw Puzzle Egg: A work in progress, an opus unfinished... for the carefully placed orderliness on one side is belied by the chaotic scattering of the other. The one clearly sets out a swirled pattern, a picture of the surface of a dragon's shell; the other is an un-coordinated assortment of designs that cut each other short. Still, the one cannot begrudge the other. There is as much as pleasure in the making as in the finished product.
King Of Diamonds And Queen Of Hearts Egg: Crimson strokes the rolled upper dome of this grand dragon egg in licks of flame, it's spherical shape adorned with burnished mahogany diamonds overlapping, interlocking and surrounding numerous orange and deep pink heart-like patterns. As if each one trying to out do or humiliate the other in fiery and intense competition, the egg glows largely in its already stifling abode. Heated saffron strikes each burning red shape in clashes of iridescent vibrancy that break and crash like a dangerous sanguine sea with a copper sun beating down upon the waves. Dawn-tinted stars sparkle over the cupped bottom that rests brightly upon aureate hatching sands, lastly the vanquishing defeat of the King rising up in a sharp bolt of rose gold to the circled cap of the monarchial dragon egg.
Last Minute Pulling an All-nighter Egg: An uneven, ineptly formed egg looks as if made in rapid haste, teetering on a bizarre angle - looking to topple at any moment. Clouded blanche is bloodshot by frantic, frenzied streaks of eye-straining lime and violent red whilst desparate, beseeching blues soak morosely into the stressed chalk of the eggshell. Crazed fingers of ochre flip through the leaflets of color, tearing up the egg's nether regions. A depressing fog of grey, oppressive and exhaustive, sink and leches down from the crown of the egg, disturbed only by incomprehensible scribbles of charcoal on dirty parchment. Flourescent light buzzes blue-white, piercing through the never-ending night.
Late Night Ice Cream Binge Egg: Luminous, frigid glimmers of melting color ooze across the shell, a rainbow of icy flavors. Scattered randomly about the fluid shell are places here the colors retain their crystalline formation, yet most of the egg drowns underneath the melted river of motley hues. An infinite supply of the frothy, frosty liquid gyrates incessantly about the smooth surface, creating a tempting banquet for the eyes of all who look upon it.
Late Night Infomercial Egg: It's amazing! It's wonderful! It must be had! Whirls of refulgent violet race along with their too-catchy craze of azure, begging for attention. Magenta glares out, almost and eyesore, before the more mechanical grays arise, marching about the generous promotion with their faintest gleaming lustre. The outlandish egg's buzz of meliflous hues subsides as browns and sooty shades billow up from the depths, sleepy clouds rolling out like a call to dreamland, offering an escape to the monotonous marketplace's call.
Lather, Rinse, Repeat Egg: This good size oval seems to be covered in swirls that don't resemble anything more than lather-ey soap, bubbling with iridescent frenzy. Just below the commotion twine strands of darkness that swirl with the bubbly white arching down the sides of the egg to end in splattered spots on the warm sand below. Homely, pale purple, fuzzy swirls plump boldy up the blending with the dark brown where the frenzied foam no longer lathers with the locks of brown, enrobing the totality with a toweling warmth.
Long, Hot Shower Egg: Steam wraps around the gentle curve of this egg like a comforting blanket, billows of gray and white seeming to conceal even as they soothe. Glimmers of silver and aqua dart through the vapor, a firm pelting of water drops pattering down in regular, rhythmic streams. Relaxation practically wafts from within the misty clouds, a subliminal from the stresses of life.
Lost In A Book Egg: Dark markings, shaped with curves, in horizontal lines, sweep across this pale white egg, each mark like a letter stamped into paper, telling a tale of kindgs and queens, of knights and fair maidens, of dragons in the sky and mermaids in the sea. It flows and weaves you in its spell, entrapping you within a maze of words and fiction. Lost within it's depths, you blink as you pull back out of your imagination, and realise.. it's just an egg.
Midnight's Slumber Party Egg: Sable patterns engrave their way into the framework of dumpling ovoid; an eboned delight setting the surface for midnights fun. Muffled hints of downy cream feather across the background of the deceitfully subdued leather casing. Impetuous strips of carmine and strawberry paint lopsided smiles against jasmine-haunted carbon. Absence of boyish blue is announced by bubble-gum pink and crimson nighties, which clamor about the base. Vocal greens play spin the bottle across the eggs top, hushed by coal.
Mindless Monitor Burnt Egg: Tendrils of hazy color flicker and glide across the sleek, ebony shell, weaving themselves into figures and patterns of elusive meaning only to dissapate in the next instant. Hypnotic sparks of light skitter about the perpetually shifting surface, creating intricate designs at which one can stare mindlessly for hours without losing interest. Scattered about the shifting visage are small, solitary spots where ghost images delicately rest, the remnants of illusions that never seemed to fade away. In stark contrast with itself, soft, pearly, irridence firmly encircles the edges of this smooth shell, heavily accenting the outline.
Monopoly Egg: Cool cerulean cascades liquidly along the bumpy surface of this average-sized oval, disappearing only when another hue comes to take its place. Multiple, brilliant splashes of silver range along the circumfrence, taking shape as a round-toed boot, or a rearing runner with rider a-back, or even the shaggy contours of a long-haired canine. Scattered like ruby wine and delicate mossy drops are the shapes of verdurous cotholds and their larger, scarlet counterparts. The final color that complements sweet blue is a faded, humble gold that flutters down the sides to collect at the very bottom. Pass go, collect two hundred marks.
Quilting the Hours Away Egg: Ahhh... Soft muslin enfolds most of this smaller sized shell, the creamy shade well flecked with warm browns and a glimmer of yellow. A shadow is poised, dark charcoal a frozen silhouette of a young woman, her slender form well defined. A closer look reveals colors, pastels in tiny triangles and stronger hues in a myriad of other shapes with rippling textures to seem like tiny pieces of fabric drifting over a lady's lap as she sews pieces together in a crazy patchwork. Little bands of color are behind her as well, folded and stacked cottons in every color in the rainbow with frequent drapes of muslin hiding many from view.
Reading By Candelight Egg: A squat, quaint, ovalish egg, with light brown ocher swirling lazily about the top. Splashes of color -- oddly floral -- paint the egg all over, creating a further homely feeling. An odd, yet somehow comforting, deep brown rectangular shape appears about it's midsection, while two black circles connected by a single this band of black circle the upper portion, creating one of those familiar scenes that one just can't put their finger on.
Scary Movie and Popcorn Egg: Midnight encompasses wide base, abbreviated with slashes of knife-blade silver and pools brilliant vermillion. Grey rain pelts 'gainst windowpanes, falling from a sultry black sky laden with stormclouds of grape and ash, highlighted by a streak of bright electric yellow. Safe within the turmoil without lies a haven of warmth - a round blue sofa lies bathed in a pool of soft light, and a scattering of golden-yellow pieces lay around the feet of the chair.
Sony Home Theatre Egg: Darkness seems to shroud this egg, precise rows of clouded red and green specks surrounding it until light is allowed to illuminate. Suddenly bright flashes of ruby and emerald glimmer against the ebony shell, the tiers of colored gems quickly flickering up and down as the lights play across the surface of the egg. As the illumination ceases, the brilliance of the tiny jewels shimmers back into the shadowy clouds as before, waiting for the next performance.
Sorbonne Internet Binge Egg: A wash of pale, frigid ice-white numbs and circles bleary-eyed around a spread-out base, highlighting pure inactivity and zombie-like blankness. A restless shift in colors along the vertex betrays an unpleased maker, for they dance impatiently in blue stripes to green stripes to yellow, the faintest of mouse-click blacks to skitter fiercely at equator.
Storytime Egg: Fairy tale pastels spin across a star-speckled velvet night sky, with fanciful dream sequences sparkling throughout. Like imagination running wild, vague suggestions of myriad mythical forms can be seen within the colors, and more than one brings to mind a dragon. It may bring to mind delightful images of stories heard not so long ago...
Tea and Toasted Crumpet Egg: Heat envelops the stippled shell: not oppressive but welcoming. Burnt warmly black around illusory edges, butter yellow alone tops it, fluidly turning into darker runnels of gold that permeate the doughy beige below. The whole is drowned blissfully in thehot tea that soaks the base, providing a taste of relaxation and nourishment for the winter-weary mind.
TV and Pizza Egg: Odd splotches of tomato red bubble up at random intervals across the surface of this egg. Calling it mottled would be a kind understatement, as circles of meaty brown mingle with bits and pieces of stuff the colour of well-baked vegetable matter, and the whole thing is overlayed with calcareous outgrowths and bubbles like melted cheese. But there's something mesmerizing about it nonetheless: it's difficult to tear one's eyes away from it, or even tune in to something else once you've favoured it with your attention.

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