Here we shall make biographies for each spam member. This won't make anyone mad. 
You guys choose who to start with, any volunteers?
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Rules:
-We will make the biographies by posting continuations to the story that has already been written.
-Continuations are not official until I say so, and should not be acted upon (Continued or replaced.) until I say so. This includes waiting for a post to denied until posting your own continuation.
-Please keep conversations to a minimum, if you have a conversation that may result in more than a page of posts, move it. (I may make a disscusion thread.)
-Profanity is allowed, but discouraged.
-Heaviley sexual or offensive content is PROHIBITED, these are meant to be funny, not mean or awkward.
-It is okay to post your ideas, on the CURRENT bio being written.
-If your ideas were, or are not, being used, do not make a big deal, even if you thought is was missed. (Exceptions will be made to the latter if presented correctly.)
-When writing continuations, do not make void already accepted material.
-There is a one, good-quality sentence minimum for continuations.
-I may change continuations at any time.
-Wait your turn.
-I may add-to or alter the rules at anytime.
-I will start and conclude each bio, unless I give specific permission.
I will notify a mod if I believe you are ignoring the rules.
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Archive:
By: Barioth, Wayne, et moi.[hider=Darog The Badger God]When Darog the Badger God was born, he was nothing close to his current title. He was the runt of the litter and his name was just Gorad. Gorad was extremely uninspired and was always picked on. Gorad didn't care what others thought, all he did was lay in the medows and stare at the dirt, because he laid face down. The little badgers life was changed forever when he developed a serious addiction to crystal meth. An addiction so powerful, he sold the rest of his badger litter into slavery to sate the inner demons. Gorad lived day to day, pushing aside basic badger needs all for a hit of the good stuff. Eventually meth didn't give him the kick he needed anymore. He needed something new, more powerful. As he stuck the heroin needle into his vein he witnessed something that changed his life, it was a stroke.It looked as if he was going to live the rest of his life a paraplegic, screaming in Icelandic at any of the pedestrians who were able to walk infornt of him and beating him with his old badger-cudgel, until the third of December in the year 2010. That was the day he found Role Player Guild's spam section, this caused him to be exalted past the wretched, drug addict he was and become the god of all the badgers, Drago! The End![/hider]
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Waiting List:
Azathrez
Or
Sherlock Holmes!
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Lucian
Rax...
Drakel
Beatrix
Kaga
Nat...
Jorick