MLML(Mil-mil) was born in a small village in the year 4000 ML. He was the son of an honest herb farmer who grew massive amounts of "product". His father's name was Igneal, he worked in his garden whenever there was even a spec of light in the sky. Once the moons and stars illuminated the northernmost sky, he went into his heated home. Once inside all he did was train his forearms. Igneal's purpose in life was to pass on his greatest passion. He wanted his son to learn the power of massive forearms. He showed him every possible exercise beginning with wrist curls at the ripe age of 9 months old. MLML lifted a milk bottle in each of his hands for 100 reps a day. His dad was so proud of him for his early dedication to getting massive forearm gains.
MLML was 11 months old when he made his first friend. He was 10 years of age and had 180 lbs of muscle. He wore nothing but a loin cloth and a ripped shirt. He had a six-pack when he turned 5 and he trained through nothing but the fundamentals. He did pushups, and situps and ran 18 miles a day. He had red hair that transitioned to orange near the tips of his thick wispy hair. He had a nose 2 times too large with ears that matched. He stood at a whopping 4 foot 2 and always had a resting bitch face plastered to him. This young gentleman was named Craig. An absolute menace to the neighbors who feared a jacked 180lb man toddler.
Whenever Craig and MLMl hung out with one another it was a contest. They worked out, they ran races and they hunted down the neighbors: cows, goats, and baby land Dragons slaughtering them for sport. They bonded over pure mass-gaining adventures where they focused on sculpting their bodies into that of gods.
Their small village of Greenflower only had a population of 1,000 people. Most people lived off the bountiful forest and rivers that surrounded the village. If they did not hunt or catch their food for the day they harvested it from their farms. People were near destitute but still, often times had genuine smiles on their faces.
One day those smiles were threatened, by a pack of ferocious stick-leg dragons attacking the village. Stick-leg dragons were ferocious-looking dragons that varied in color from emerald tinged to brightly colored lime. They had frail-looking legs no thicker than a child's forearm, except for our protagonist of course who put these lizards to shame. They had razor-sharp claws that they used to kill their prey. They average around 9 feet tall with bigger specimens reaching 11 feet. They were an enlarged cold-blooded version of a skinless cracked-out chicken. These predators hunted in packs of 10-20, and oftentimes hit licks on villages and scavenged anything from goats to weaker humans.
MLML and Craig "played" with rocks at the time, aka they lifted boulders over their heads and pressed them in the air. At the time of the attack, MLMl had just turned 1 and a half years of age. His forearms continued to grow at an unnatural speed and his stamina had increased extensively. He could punch holes through living trees without even breaking a sweat. He still wasn't prepared for the disaster to come.
They saw a thick plume of smoke that was billowing into the morning sky. It was coming from the Eastern side of the village, near Craig's house. Soon the echoes of screams could hardly be heard from where they played over a mile away.
MLML saw the anxiety well up in Craig's expression, they both had a bad feeling. Craig sprinted toward the raging fire in a hurried manner.
Even though MlML thought Craig was an irreplaceable friend, he thought the way he used his legs as he ran was quite beta. In response to this MLMl put his hands against the ground and balanced in a handstand-like position. He used his massive forearms instead of his legs as he "ran" toward the chaotic incident that went down in the history of the town of Greenflower.
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MLML appeared on the scene that he and Craig saw from a distance. He felt saddened by the horrors that were occurring in the small town of Greenflower.
To his left, he saw an injured Stick-Dragon feeding on the corpse of a young boy. He was more than likely, not older than 10 years old. The sight made MLML's stomach churn, this was a lot to take in for someone who just turned a year in a half. His forearms started to tingle as anger welled inside him.
In front of him, there was an offensive being mounted against the oncoming herd of 20 dragons. There are 10 farmers wearing nothing but clothes to protect them from the sharpened claws of the stick-dragons. For weapons, they only had pitchforks and rusty aged short swords. They were clearly on the losing side of the battle. There were several bodies from both sides spread around in from on MLML.
To his right, he saw his lifelong friend of 7 months staring at his house that is in flames. A morning wind is blowing hot blaze orange embers into the air. MLML knows the fire is in full effect and there is no hope for his friend's house.
That was when he heard Craig mutter, "father" in a somber tone. MLML then realized that sticking outside of the window was a corpse that was charred black beyond recognition. He was unable to escape the roaring fire and likely died from his burns.
MLML knew Craig's father was the only one remaining member of his family. He knew they were close and also bonded similarly to Igneal and MLML.
A split second later a dragon broke through the offensive that the farmers were briefly holding. Without warning, it wrapped its jaws around Craig's head and part of his torso.
MLML ran to try and help his friend, who was on the verge of being torn apart by this vile lizard right before him. He lept in the air and grabbed the dragon. One hand on the snout and the other on its bottom jaw. He sent all the power he could to his forearms, as he ripped the jaws of the raptor open, with more force than the jaws of life could muster.
In the process of prying the dragon off of Craig, he got sliced by the yellow serrated teeth. He barely felt any pain as he folded the dragon's head like broken scissors. It fell to the ground with a thump as he turned his friend's shoulders towards him.
MLML thought he had made it in time. He was wrong, a single wound was afflicted to Craig's neck. One of the dragon's teeth had caught his throat. His artery was severed and spewed blood all over MLML's massive forearms.
Craig looks MLML in the eyes gathering the last of his remaining strength.
"You were like a stronger little brother to me"
A single tear falls from MLML's eye and plops onto Craig's blood-stained forehead.
"Craig don't you dare die on me you were my greatest competitor, nobody has forearms anywhere near the size of you in Greenflower".
Craig smiles halfway as blood gurgles out of his Grievous wound.
"I think my Dad was se…"
The life fades from Craig's true green eyes as he slumps into MLML's forearms.
MLML finally notices the wound on his own arm. His first true scar from his first life-or-death battle.
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