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Too much info is too bad for casual readers.
That's why you don't see my posts at wRHG section.

Alright, fair enough.

tl,dr: K.

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Alright, fair enough.

tl,dr: K.

Smartass.

Quote from S.A.

That's why you don't see my posts at wRHG section.

I thought it was because you were a loser

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I thought it was because you were a loser

Nah bruh nah
The w in wRHG means 'written', isn't it?

Man, if only some of the other regulars weren't asleep. Imagine what would Nish and Raptor suggest.

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Man, if only some of the other regulars weren't asleep. Imagine what would Nish and Raptor suggest.

I can already see a Part 2 of this thread~

Well, we've had enough of a timezone rotation. Might as well let anyone do the last 4+ sentences of backstory. That's all we'll need before our beautiful creation is done.

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Well, we've had enough of a timezone rotation. Might as well let anyone do the last 4+ sentences of backstory. That's all we'll need before our beautiful creation is done.

How many wRHGs are we going to make? This is interesting.

Lemme tie this together? 4 sentences :)

By the age of 20, his entire parental mass was executed via the landshark mafia after not being able to pay for the last decade which caused them to take all his parent's belongings and cash leaving him nothing but a suit and a fedora to his name. Over time, he managed himself enough to create his own unique meth lab and sell his product but each time he managed to take in his wonderful drug it had weird permanent side effects to his cloning powers. Jump to the current time period, he finds himself on the run from many people claiming his drug had a side effect that caused partial permanent memory loss and hides himself under a mask that suits his work. Despite all he's been through he finds the need to be classy, his suit always proper and fedora tidy on his head, perhaps a nod to all his mothers that wanted him to be a good boy.

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Well, we've had enough of a timezone rotation. Might as well let anyone do the last 4+ sentences of backstory. That's all we'll need before our beautiful creation is done.

Who says we need to stop here. Why not make like 2-3 more wRHGs when this one finishes. I surmise that will be the proper amount before the gag gets old

Then one day, Bob decided to try to smoke bubbles and gained bubble powers because the bubble drug he used was filled with aphrodisiac and cloning juice, lending to his two randomly inflating hard dicks.

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Who says we need to stop here. Why not make like 2-3 more wRHGs when this one finishes. I surmise that will be the proper amount before the gag gets old

While these are truly brilliant, I'm doing a demo story for this bastard. It makes each character a bit more work, but we'll see.........

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Then one day, Bob decided to try to smoke bubbles and gained bubble powers because the bubble drug he used was filled with aphrodisiac and cloning juice, lending to his two randomly inflating hard dicks.

As beautiful as it may be, I think Error wraps up the backstory nicely. I think I'll close it out there. All that's left to do is to construct the Demo story, and I shall get on that some time tonight B-)

OUR (MOSTLY) FINISHED CHARACTER SHEET OF PERFECTION:

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww yeahh.

Can't wait to see this in action.

Heil Buh Bob, our guardian and saviour

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Lemme tie this together? 4 sentences :)

By the age of 20, his entire parental mass was executed via the landshark mafia after not being able to pay for the last decade which caused them to take all his parent's belongings and cash leaving him nothing but a suit and a fedora to his name. Over time, he managed himself enough to create his own unique meth lab and sell his product but each time he managed to take in his wonderful drug it had weird permanent side effects to his cloning powers. Jump to the current time period, he finds himself on the run from many people claiming his drug had a side effect that caused partial permanent memory loss and hides himself under a mask that suits his work. Despite all he's been through he finds the need to be classy, his suit always proper and fedora tidy on his head, perhaps a nod to all his mothers that wanted him to be a good boy.

True gentlemen don't have fedoras man!
:|


Waiting for the demo.