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''We're getting to that! Hold your buns!'' | ''We're getting to that! Hold your buns!'' | ||
| − | First, we have to talk about '''''"The | + | First, we have to talk about '''''"The Wurst Day"''''' of Greg's Life. |
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Greg was having a particularly unlucky day. His alarm didn't go off that morning, he was late to work, forgot his lunch, '''''AND NOW''''' a ''supervillain'' attack!? What ''ELSE'' could go wrong!? | Greg was having a particularly unlucky day. His alarm didn't go off that morning, he was late to work, forgot his lunch, '''''AND NOW''''' a ''supervillain'' attack!? What ''ELSE'' could go wrong!? | ||
| − | See Greg was between jobs at the time, so his girlfriend | + | See Greg was between jobs at the time, so his girlfriend convinced her dad to give him a job at one of his hotdog concession stands. Greg hated it, her dad hated it, and her dad hated him. |
| − | So Greg ducked behind his cart to avoid a stray laser blast from the supervillain fight. He ended up being blamed for the damage to the cart, and got fired for it. His girlfriend had finally had enough and broke up with him. | + | So anyway, Greg ducked behind his cart to avoid a stray laser blast from the supervillain fight. He ended up being blamed for the damage to the cart, and got fired for it. His girlfriend had finally had enough and broke up with him. |
'''''"Pretty crappy day so far, right?"''''' | '''''"Pretty crappy day so far, right?"''''' | ||
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And he fired his ex-girlfriend's dad. Sure it was a little petty, but he's got a pension. | And he fired his ex-girlfriend's dad. Sure it was a little petty, but he's got a pension. | ||
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''Okay, let's be honest here. My hand was kinda forced with the whole 'Wiener-Man' thing.'' | ''Okay, let's be honest here. My hand was kinda forced with the whole 'Wiener-Man' thing.'' | ||
Latest revision as of 19:41, 21 September 2022
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| Player: @ChampionsRPer | ||||||||||
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| Real Name: | Greg Wienerman | |||||||||
| Known Aliases: | Wiener-Man | |||||||||
| Gender: | Male | |||||||||
| Species: | Metahuman | |||||||||
| Ethnicity: | Caucasian | |||||||||
| Place of Birth: | Chicago, Illinois | |||||||||
| Base of Operations: | Millennium City | |||||||||
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| Age: | 25 | |||||||||
| Height: | 6' 2" | |||||||||
| Weight: | 200 lbs | |||||||||
| Eyes: | Green | |||||||||
| Hair: | Blonde | |||||||||
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| Physical Build: | Athletic | |||||||||
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| Identity: | Secret(ish) | |||||||||
| Years Active: | 1 | |||||||||
| Citizenship: | US citizen | |||||||||
| Occupation: | Hero | |||||||||
| Education: | Junior College | |||||||||
| Marital Status: | Single | |||||||||
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| Hyperbolic Luck, Hyper-Metabolism | ||||||||||
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Contents
...Who?
The Hot Dog Hero?
The Condiment King?
The World's Weeniest!?
No seriously, who?
Greg Wienerman!
*snickers from the audience*
No really! That's his name!
That's a real superhero?
Yup! Sure is!
Greg, are you writing this?
...maybe.
Just get on with it...
Fiiine...!
Greg Wienerman
Greg was a nobody.
He wasn't exceptionally smart, or strong, or talented in anything. In fact, he didn't even know he was a metahuman until recently.
See, Greg is both blessed and cursed with Hyperbolic Luck.
What the heck is Hyperbolic Luck?
Most of the time Greg is pretty lucky! Not amazingly so, but most things seem to work themselves out well enough without much effort. But every once in a while his luck runs out, and he tends suffer from a ridiculous comedy of errors. Its been that way his whole life, so Greg has developed a pretty chill and laid back attitude.
"That's just life!"
Okay, but why Hot Dogs?
We're getting to that! Hold your buns!
First, we have to talk about "The Wurst Day" of Greg's Life.
...Wurst Day?
(Puns are fun, okay?)
April 1st, 2020
Greg was having a particularly unlucky day. His alarm didn't go off that morning, he was late to work, forgot his lunch, AND NOW a supervillain attack!? What ELSE could go wrong!?
See Greg was between jobs at the time, so his girlfriend convinced her dad to give him a job at one of his hotdog concession stands. Greg hated it, her dad hated it, and her dad hated him.
So anyway, Greg ducked behind his cart to avoid a stray laser blast from the supervillain fight. He ended up being blamed for the damage to the cart, and got fired for it. His girlfriend had finally had enough and broke up with him.
"Pretty crappy day so far, right?"
So what's the good news?
Since he missed lunch, he grabbed one of those lightly irradiated hot dogs from the wreckage of his cart.
"10 second rule."
It tasted fine at first. Slightly charred, weird aftertaste, and not nearly enough mustard, but otherwise fine.
Until he started to feel sick and ran for the nearest gas station bathroom. Common courtesy dictates you make a purchase at an establishment if you're going to use their restroom, so he picked up a lottery ticket while he was there.
You're joking...
See where this is going, huh?
Yup, Greg won a 67 million dollar jackpot.
( And no, this wasn't an April Fool's joke. )
But wait! There's more!
That radioactive hot dog he ate? Turns out it gave him superpowers!
"What the heck kinda superpowers do you get from a radioactive hot dog!?" you may be asking?
Hyper-Metabolism!
That strange radiation gave Greg's metabolism a turbo-charge! Now whenever he eats hot dogs, he-
Wait, just hotdogs...?
Yes. Quit Interrupting!
... Whenever he eats hot dogs, he becomes stronger, faster, smarter, waaay tougher, AND he can FLY!
That makes NO sense...
Look, I just have an Associate's in Gen Ed from a Junior College, I'm not a scientist! Go ask them to explain it!
Dawn of the Weiner-Man
*Editor's Note: We are NOT calling it that!*
So what's a newly superpowered millionaire to do?
BECOME A SUPERHERO OF COURSE!
Well first, Greg had to make some really irresponsible financial decisions.
Like buying out the hot dog vendor company that fired him. Yup, he owns that now.
And he fired his ex-girlfriend's dad. Sure it was a little petty, but he's got a pension.
Enter the Wiener
Okay, let's be honest here. My hand was kinda forced with the whole 'Wiener-Man' thing.
Besides, yknow what's WAY worse then being called Wiener-Man? Getting BEATEN by a guy named Wiener-Man!
He registered his alias with the ASPRA, (It took me 3 tries! They wouldn't believe me!) and got a costume commissioned by the amazing tailors at Greer & Harlick.
He even managed to track down and buy an old secret base from a retired hero, along with an assortment of gear and supplies off the black market. (Don't ask.)
