So, back when Parunga felt that he was getting old, he wished for children to call his own. Since normally, a wish-granting entity cannot grant their own wishes in terms of "I wish", he thought of the next best thing: A desert. So, he popped open his magic recipe book and went to work. He wanted his son to be strong, so he put 12 cups of (one full adult) Saiyan in him. He wanted him to be smart, so he found a copy of Doctor Stein's brain and put it in. He wanted me to be nearly indestructible, so he threw in 55 times the Gama radiation needed to create a Hulk, he wanted a child who could pair others, so he threw a little Sikota into him, And he wanted him to be able to adapt and able to develop his own power, so he gave him two strong souls. And just for laughs, he threw in the brain of a child and an abridgement charterer. He then poured the mixture of traits, along with his own DNA into a super powered supreme magical brownie recipe, baked it for 22 years, and sent me off to live on a planet of other extraordinary foods. At this time, I met my family
I will admit: My sister's were annoying, my mom had a short fuze, my dad was never around much, and my niece as always a bit mean, but they were my family. Deserts, all of them, My niece was a sour candied apple, my mother was a vanilla cake, my dad was a German-chocolate cake, my first sister was a cherry pie, and my second sister was a brownie, just like me, and then my extended family like my lovely grandmother who was an a Dark Angelfood (Angelfood and Devilsfood) Cake, my uncle was a pastry, an Eclair in fact, they are stronger than the name provides. Then my sister's soon to be husband, who was a doughnut. My family made good enough money to live off of and still have extra for vacations and fun. But my way of life, the happiness and greatness that it was, soon came to a close. Cookies. The "Oh so loved" cookie... It destroyed my world because it needed resources for it's own world. I watched everyone in my family fall protecting me. I watched people who weren't in my family get in the way of their damned chocolate chip machine guns, just to make sure I didn't die. It was all because of my future. I was destined to transverse to your world, become stronger, meet you people, meet my destiny. I will not go into the events of which occurred after my planet's destruction, let's just say it was the near extinction of Oatmeal Raisin cookie's was the end of it. Next in my life's story, I joined my first forum, was an internet noob, joined my second, third, forth, fifth, then this forum. Throughout all of those, I've been known as may things, mad many friends, made many more foes. I improved my spelling and grammar, and here I am.
What do you think? If you want a more in-depth story, I can write one this summer.
So, back when Parunga felt that he was getting old, he wished for children to call his own. Since normally, a wish-granting entity cannot grant their own wishes in terms of "I wish", he thought of the next best thing: A desert. So, he popped open his magic recipe book and went to work. He wanted his son to be strong, so he put 12 cups of (one full adult) Saiyan in him. He wanted him to be smart, so he found a copy of Doctor Stein's brain and put it in. He wanted me to be nearly indestructible, so he threw in 55 times the Gama radiation needed to create a Hulk, he wanted a child who could pair others, so he threw a little Sikota into him, And he wanted him to be able to adapt and able to develop his own power, so he gave him two strong souls. And just for laughs, he threw in the brain of a child and an abridgement charterer. He then poured the mixture of traits, along with his own DNA into a super powered supreme magical brownie recipe, baked it for 22 years, and sent me off to live on a planet of other extraordinary foods. At this time, I met my family
I will admit: My sister's were annoying, my mom had a short fuze, my dad was never around much, and my niece as always a bit mean, but they were my family. Deserts, all of them, My niece was a sour candied apple, my mother was a vanilla cake, my dad was a German-chocolate cake, my first sister was a cherry pie, and my second sister was a brownie, just like me, and then my extended family like my lovely grandmother who was an a Dark Angelfood (Angelfood and Devilsfood) Cake, my uncle was a pastry, an Eclair in fact, they are stronger than the name provides. Then my sister's soon to be husband, who was a doughnut. My family made good enough money to live off of and still have extra for vacations and fun. But my way of life, the happiness and greatness that it was, soon came to a close. Cookies. The "Oh so loved" cookie... It destroyed my world because it needed resources for it's own world. I watched everyone in my family fall protecting me. I watched people who weren't in my family get in the way of their damned chocolate chip machine guns, just to make sure I didn't die. It was all because of my future. I was destined to transverse to your world, become stronger, meet you people, meet my destiny. I will not go into the events of which occurred after my planet's destruction, let's just say it was the near extinction of Oatmeal Raisin cookie's was the end of it. Next in my life's story, I joined my first forum, was an internet noob, joined my second, third, forth, fifth, then this forum. Throughout all of those, I've been known as may things, mad many friends, made many more foes. I improved my spelling and grammar, and here I am.
What do you think? If you want a more in-depth story, I can write one this summer.