Like the caudal lure of a Common Death Adder, they draw you in. They know how to ensnare you. They solicit everything you’re looking for. They enchant you, hypnotise you, spellbind you with intoxicating emotions. They’ve got your attention, and that’s exactly what they want. Unlike the neurotoxic venom of the Death Adder, which causes death, the toxicity of a malignant narcissist causes you to become a chattel, with your only function being a subordinate, serving the narcissist on a silver platter all the glorification and adoration they desire. Sam Vaknin wrote in his book, Narcissistic Supply: The Narcissist’s Drug, “The narcissist constantly consumes (really, preys upon) adoration, admiration, approval, applause, attention and other forms of Narcissistic Supply.” The malignant narcissist is always on the hunt, it’s a never-ending scavenge. The more they get, the more they need. It’s a vicious cycle. These people are synonymous with drug addicts, go figure. If you have what the narc needs, they will instantly bird-dog you from across the room, hone in on you, make their presence known, talk sweet nothings into your ear, and you guessed it, prime you up to deliver the concoction of sweet nectar they love and can’t live without — adoration mixed with attention. 

Narcissists, by their nature, cannot bear not being amongst the limelight. It must eternally shine on them. Its rays are solely theirs and theirs alone. The stars only shine for them. Sam Vaknin wrote, “Without Narcissistic Supply – the narcissist crumbles, like the zombies or the vampires one sees in horror movies. It is terrifying and the narcissist will do anything to avoid it. Think about the narcissist as a drug addict. His withdrawal symptoms are identical: delusions, physiological effects, irritability, and emotional lability.” And this is why, like an addict, the narcissist must keep his supply around. However, there is only one way to keep the supply inbound on a steady basis. And that is to trick YOU! Come the wolf in sheep’s clothing, they love-bomb you. However, to your detriment,  love-bombing you is the greatest magic trick of all. The narcissist uses sentimental magic that’s seductive. His manipulative wand entices you, hypnotising you into a never-ending gauntlet of emotions in motion. This is exactly what the narcissist wants. You are under their spell. 

Billy Squire served up the recipe. The narc will “Bend your back by the light of the sun, you come to the business, you’re the number one. When twilight comes, you’re a runner in the night, it turns you on like a hot tail-light.” The malignant narcissist will tell you that you are everything you want to hear. They will bestow warmth in your breast. Your blood will flow as hot as daylight with excitement. But you’ve been duped. You are a pigeon in the crosshairs, a patsy being taken. To the narcissist’s delight, you’re now the number one customer in their narcissistic supply acquisition business. You and every other number one customer just like you, for there are many! Do not be fooled by what the narc is selling. It’s nothing but the snake oil of the Death Adder! Ah, and what euphoric effects it has as it melts away those pesky inhibitions. “Back street boy gonna sell you some sin, he’ll wind you up, he gonna suck you in. The blood say yes, the mind say no, the voice in your ear say you go – go – go.” Listen to the power of your mind! Heed its reason. The blood and the voice souped up on the malignant love bombing of the narcissist will be your downfall. There is no power to be had for you in their sphere of influence. Even the power the narc garnishes is impotent and soft. Their performance is nothing but an Eminence Front. A poor little child was neglected and abused by Mother, so they tucked all their problems away behind a façade, problems that fuel the malignancy of the False Self.

What is malignancism? It’s when the malignant aspects of narcissism are magnified and rocket-boosted into overdrive thanks to the shameless self-promotion endorsed by social media platforms, the interconnectivity of the World Wide Web, and the hyper-individualism of Woke, Western culture resulting in psychological inflation to a catastrophic degree. Because of these factors, classical narcissists who may have checked the requisite number of boxes for their narcissistic condition to be considered a pathology, like in Narcissistic Personality Disorder, now, more or less, check ALL THE BOXES. Malignancism is the pandemic effect of supercharged narcissism. It is The Variant. 

Regarding Cerebral and Somatic narcs, Sam Vaknin said “It is a mistake to assume type constancy. All narcissists are both Cerebral and Somatic. In each narcissist, one of the types is dominant. So, the narcissist is either largely Cerebral – or dominantly Somatic. But the other, recessive (manifested less frequently) type, is there. It is lurking, waiting to erupt.” With malignancism, both the Cerebral and Somatic narcissistic traits are dominant. Where a Somatic narcissist constantly curates his body and image to gather narcissistic supply, a Cerebral narcissist will rely on his (supposed) intelligence and towering genius to acquire that vital lifeblood. With malignancism, the narcissist goes fucking ham on both at all times. And where would one find such an example of this malignancism in action? Well, look no further than the cult of Neogenianism and its ludicrous leader, Corey Rebhahn, Morgue Official, The Night Bringer, The Terror of Men, The Cringelord of Hyperia, the (self-proclaimed) Greatest Philosophical Genius of All Time (and you would need to smoke an ounce of his snake oil to believe that).

Paul Ryburn, M.Sc., said this about narcissists, “They cultivate associates (flying monkeys and enablers) who believe the false image and project it back to them, allowing them to deny their true selves.” This is precisely what Corey Rebhahn has done. Rebhahn has created a false façade that everyone buys into. This alter ego is none other than the character Morgue, which he plays while in front of the camera on his deadstreams. Morgue is nothing but an act, a mask, which Rebhahn has created to hide his feelings of shame and worthlessness. His brainwashed zealots never see him as his true self, i.e. Corey Rebhahn, the loser, a man who never amounted to anything, a man with a vendetta against normal, an egregious malignant narcissist. Like Shakespeare said, “Who makes the fairest show means most deceit.”

The strong and intelligent left Rebhahn’s cult when David Sinclair torched his veil of deceit. Now only the weak and stupid remain. This anomic audience has captured its master forcing him to rinse and repeat the same old braindead nonsense week in and week out. For someone who fashions himself on an industrial-sized corpse cooler, it’s a fate rather fitting and well-deserved. Open the door for yourselves and see a malignant narcissist in action. Observe, learn, and arm yourself, for they are many. 

Welcome to the Neogenian Morgue, where the Illuminist Army has to flog a dead horse to smithereens because Corey Rebhahn is too fucking stupid and dense to notice that reality has already swallowed him whole. When the Neogenian Zombie finally expires, we shall rejoice.