Create a detailed backstory for the avatar above you.
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His name is Scott Wayne. Every day from 9 to 5 he goes to Cryoworks, a video game company in San Deigo. He doesnt like his job, he is heavily overworked. But! It gives descent pay.
He's the asshole who works behind the scenes to make sure Bugs Bunny can keep Elmer Fudd in a constant state of pain and torment, that evil cunt.
The banner of an evil dictatorship hellbent on world domination.
A mantis-man who has had enough of test subjects barging into the colony, as well as having heard the queen's bad jokes one too many times.
Fredreich Maximilian Huddlesfield: Businessman, entrepreneur, aristocrat, sexual deviant and wanted in connection to the Hindenburg disaster. He's a cold-hearted snake 'oil' peddler and busboy strangler that will stop at nothing to choke the life out of his competitors, even if he has to do it himself.
You were a trustworthy lieutenant of the Zin empire, but now you prepare your noose to protect the ones you love.
A famous sign hung in New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina, addressing the failed efforts of FEMA in providing aid. It was forcibly taken down by local police but it somehow reappeared during the Ferguson riots. Whether the message is addressed to the police or the rioters is a popular topic of debate.
You are Kondo Nene, just an average student of average Japanese high school. Your life no diffrent from any teenager, until one day mass shooting happened in your school. Many were killed and wounded, but you shown heroic and attacked shooter when he cornered you. With quick thinking you managed to ambush the mass murderer and knock him down with school chair. For this heroic act, you were declare national hero for stopping more killings. However you remained traumatized among many other surviving students and continue to seek psychiatric help.
You were once known as Igor Strugatski, a normal every-day man just doing whatever one did, until he witnessed a murder committed by the boss of the Russian Crime Syndicate. With the syndicate wanting you dead, you got drunk and figured the best way to hide your identity was to wear a mask made from the neighbor's dog.
Deep in the unforgiving streets of detroit, in urban legend.. he awaits. Stanky the Clown spent years terrorizing the local populace, he was said to drink the blood of young virgins, eat the flesh from rats and live deep under the city.
He continues to this very day to slaughter with leaving very little traces of his crimes or identity other than the carefully placed corpses of his victims set into humorous and surreal posing, often with one corpse facing the crotch of the other. With a single victim, one of their arms torn off held in the other arm of the victim in a greeting position.
Ten years after accomplishing more than Bill Gates could in twenty, you were held at gunpoint inside of a church you were being baptized in. Just before you could get shot, a praying mantis pranced onto the enemy in the nick of time and banished him from existence. Before you could thank the sentient creature, it dissipated into the atmosphere and all that was left behind was a mask; a praying mantis facade that you would place onto your face... and transform into a vigilante destined to save your city.
"YOU HAVE FAILED THIS CITY"
Young Adil knew how to read it, but the meaning of the words eluded him. Ever since they appeared on the big screens that loom over the dusty streets that cut between the apartment complexes, things grew too tense and distressing for the young boy. His mother had forbidden him to go outside and play, and had insisted he gather his clothes into a old-looking suitcase. His mother was usually so fierce, strict, wielding authority that he dared not defy, but that morning, that image of power was betrayed by the worry in her eyes and the slump of her shoulders. Adil knew that look. He had seen it once before, when strange men arrived at the apartment and told them that Father had gone missing in the Wastes.
The time spent packing was brief, but for Adil, it seemed to last forever, his sense of time disrupted by the surrealism of it all. His trance was broken when a knock at the door brought his mother's frantic gathering to a halt. She threw what she had packed over her shoulder and grabbed his hand, almost dragging him to the door. The knock came again as they approached the door. When his mother opened it, thick figures loomed over Adil, submerged in the halo of light that rushed from the searing sun into the apartment door.
As his eyes adjusted, he realized how similar these towering figures were to his toy soldiers, as if they had been blown up to size. They grunted some words that Adil could not hear through their gas masks. His mother nodded, and once again resumed dragging Adil behind her at a hurried pace. As she passed one of the soldiers, one of the soldiers pushed her towards the street with the butt of his rifle, but she did not fall.
"Come on." She murmured in a near-whisper.
They joined the crowd that was now marching down the dusty street, which grew and grew as more people hurried from their homes and joined them. Adil realized- peering between the ragged, cloaked figures that now surrounded him- that there were soldiers, just like the ones at his door, lining the street. Outside of the garbled muttering of the masked soldiers, there was an eerie silence hanging over the crowd. Everyone in the crowd was looking down, as if to avoid looking at the screens looming above them everywhere they went.
"YOU HAVE FAILED THIS CITY"
His bare feet had begun to ache and burn against the hot ground, when the crowd finally stopped. They were standing at the Wall. The Wall that separated them from the Wastes, where only soldiers went. The Wastes that people spoke little of in the presence of the child, the Wastes that his father disappeared in. The ground shook as it's tremendous metal doors unlocked, and parted, and the crowd began to march further, past the security of the Wall.
Adil could not comprehend why. Clutching to his mother's side, he asked her where they were going.
She didn't answer.
He asked if they were going to find Father.
It was then, when his mother's lips began to tremble, and tears welled at the corners of her eyes, that the meaning came to him. Where they were going. What the soldiers were doing. Why his mother was so afraid. He understood the meaning, and his stomach dropped like lead weight in his gut.
"YOU HAVE FAILED THIS CITY".
The Apple stood there with his face all fucking pissed off. Nobody knew why the apple was like that, but he was. And he claimed he liked pissing on puppies. So he just stood there, waiting for an unfortunate soul to walk by with their puppy on a leash.
After the his bitch normie mum inflated the Good Boy Points for the third time, he snapped. He decided that shit jars were obsolete in order to piss her off, so he did the one thing no normie approved of; he joined ISIS. And hey, not only would he get 72 virgins should he die, but he may also get 72 tendies.
He has no name however even though this he still manages to own every single intelligence agency in the world.
He then use said agencies to find that fine-ass booty he laid his eyes on as a teenager.
(It was so fine that his face froze while glancing at it, even to this day the face is frozen in the same way.)
Killed himself after being told what game he'd be in.
Bart Shartly of the Shartly Clown Family beating the ceremonious drums as the Jahns land on the beach of Vineland Island.
I can't see it
One day Frogger woke up to another day of dodging traffic, but decided, "hey what the fuck, I'll go join ISIS." And so he did. Word has it he has his own highway of death, where infidels must cross if they want any hope to keep on living. But none ever have crossed it.
The lion woke up, as he quicky panced around. When he saw his dead mother.
His eyes opened in shock, then he smiled.
He hated his mother.
The End
After his worldwide announcement that the world shall be free of online censorship, he takes off his mask and sighs. "I em anonymoose".
Teh end.
She's an ex-digital sex slave who used to be passed around on floppy discs for teenagers and old men alike to satisfy their needs.
Bjorn was once a mighty warrior, fighting for the Kingdom of Galthor. However, after the Battle on Sigmond Hill, where Bjorn defeated one hundred thirty three warriors, he was stabbed in the back by his commanding officer (for being better than him ) and left for dead.
The gods witnessed this act of douchebaggery and pitied Bjorn; a man such as him did not deserve to die in such a shameful way. The gave Bjorn back his life and imbued him with even more power, for they knew once Bjorn got his revenge and killed his commander, all of the armies of Galthor would be after him...
You ever have that feeling when you look at clowns? The ones that have that big grin plastered on their face, like Bozo over there?
The feeling that there's a darker, deeper side to them that only comes out at night? When the good folk are asleep?
Yea me neither. I think they're just weird.
While Shy Guy was busy go-kart racing and playing giant board games, his wife, Shy Gal, started to feel neglected back at home. So she took up dance lessons and eventually wound up as a back-up dancer for a Mario Kart 8 commercial, which ironically her husband is currently racing in said game.
She's glitched and stuck headbanging to the same music over and over until someone notices and reboots her.
Spineless. Wealthy. Nevertheless courageous. You're a generic New Californian Republic Veteran Ranger who descended from Shady Sands, but Obsidian didn't give you much of a backstory.
The warning screen blared in his HUD.
He looked up and saw sure as day, the bombs dropping towards him. One final message flashed in his eye. He dropped his gun, and simply knelt down on the ground. There was no point fighting the inevitable. Why struggle when it could be something peaceful. Sirens blared all around him.
The last thing he ever saw was a haunting reminder that would carry over into the afterlife.
You'd failed this city.
He unplugged the augmentation. In his last moments he wanted to die as a man, not a machine.
A beautiful brilliant woman, horrifically turned into a bestial machine. Said woman's husband forces their son to get inside her. Shenanigans ensue.
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