This is my story.
It was a starry night in Germany and I was in my garden to smoke a cigarette.
And then...BAM!...a rock, straight from space, slamed into my head. But instead of killing me or giveing me super powers (found out that only works in super hero comics...) it only made my face looking like a pound of hamburger meat, my face was ruined. My pretty face was fucking ruined!
After that bad joke of the universe i started to hate myself. I destroyed all the mirrors in my house, because I was unable to look at these person formerly known as =[censored]=. This man no longer exists. I became an outcast, full of hate for the world. I decided to hide my face under a mask, a new face for a new person.
I became the baghead, a man with the vision to enslave the whole mankind.
That´s all for now...I´ll be bag!
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Baghead,
AntwortenLöschenOn behalf of the world of Villainy, let me be the first to welcome you to the Underworld of Malevolence. Your origin is unique, and your motivations profound. One looks forward to your exploits. Know that you are not alone, and others are out there to challenge, confound, and share your successes.
Keep up the Evil work,
-Lord Malignance
Lord Malignance,
AntwortenLöschenthank you for the warm welcome.It´s good to know I´m not alone in this cold and cruel world.
Germany, really? Whereabouts?
AntwortenLöschenMy family comes from Neuendettelsau, outside of Nuremberg, and my origin story also involves a meteorite!
What a coincidence!
... Unless you're my evil doppelganger from Dimension Z. Then it's not a coincidence at all, and we are fated to destroy each other on the field of honor. :(
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