[ WP ] You have blue hair , yellow eyes , a scar and a weird birthmark . You were born on 03/03/03 03:03 , a natural weapon-master and you are not the main character .

Willy jumped trough the air, his blue flowing around his shirtless body gracefully. It flapped smoothly across his well-defined pecs, curling around his thick arms, while strands lightly lay across his muscular back and caressed his well-defined calves. He landed on the roof of the city building, his flexing his 8 pack, and gazed over the city with the night vision his golden-yellow eyes granted him. His city. He jumped again, this time landing in front of an attractive brunette. `` Hey there.'' Willy said, and as he spoke his hardened jawline and small scar on his chin could be easily seen. `` I'm Willy.'' 
 `` I'm Katie.'' The woman said, swooning. It was n't long before they were making passionate love in the bathroom. 
 Meanwhile, I stood outside of the motel with my crutches, listening to the rhythmic thumping of my twin having sex with the girl I had a crush on. It was kind of calming. Not much is constant in life, but the thumping was. Another constant was my brother fucking every girl I was interested in. 
 Willy made love to Katie passionately. She moaned in pleasure. He lasted longer than any other man Katie had been with, and provided her with greater happiness than she had ever felt. His body up against hers was simply *right*. 
 Whenever I heard the thumping increase in speed I knew my brother was almost done. I picked up my crutches and strapped my knee brace back on. On cue, by brother emerged from the motel room, Katie on his arm. She had a look on her face I'd seen countless other times. A look of tired, peaceful pleasure. A look that only Willy can give you. 
 Willy looked at me. `` You know the drill.'' He said. I nodded. 
 When he and Katie had walked out of sight, I walked into the Motel room and tidied it up. There was a huge recess in the bed where Willy had been thrusting. I crawled under the bed, pulling my hamstring, and pushed up the bottom of the mattress, trying to fix the it. Katie's vagina produced over a gallon of lubricant and it was all over the bed. I dried it up with a hair dryer. I caught sight of myself in the mirror. My blue hair was short and uneven. My eyes were a urine-like shade of yellow. I was scrawny and unattractive, and I had a generally not-symmetrical face. I had really brittle bones and an unbearably short, not-at-all-girthy penis. I was a literal piece of shit. I started to cry, like I do every night, and eventually fell asleep, hoping my tears would drown me and I would wake up in hell, which must be better than cleaning up the vagina-liquid my brother helped make. 
 
 Willy climbed up the side of the building, as the evil Bird-Man flew around him. He jumped off, and tackled the Bird-Man, wrapping his strong arms around his wings. His prefect, hourglass torso was tight around the feathers as they fell through the air. The Bird-Man scratched Willy with his sharp claws, tearing his pants open and exposing his tanned, firm buttocks. 
 As they hit the ground the Bird-Man screeched. A car exploded not far from them, launching them into the air and into a nearby sandpit. The two rolled around in the dirt, a mass of feathery, muscle-bound-testosterone. I held my high-tech bird-targeting hyperlaser phase-blaster I invented in my unbroken arm. I pulled the trigger and hit the Bird-Man square in the head, killing him. 
 Willy emerged from the cloud of dust, sweaty, with a layer of manly grime covering his muscular body. The women cheered his name as I dragged the disgusting, smelly mutant corpse away and to the graveyard, where I would bury him next to the other creatures that wanted to do my brother harm. 
 Willy picked six of the most attractive women and brought them to the motel, and proceeded to make sweet, passionate love to all of them simultaneously. The moans of the six women could be heard for miles, along with cries of `` I love you, Willy!'' and `` Your penis is so big, Willy!''. 
 That night, I dried up a swimming-pool's worth of sexual fluids from the motel room. I stank of vagina-juice and my brother's seamen, of which he produced copious amounts. I made it halfway home before I broke out in tears, crashed my car, and fell asleep in a ditch, as it rained heavily. I woke up, covered in the piss and shit of homeless people. I crawled home because I lost my crutches, hoping Willy would get out of the shower with Katie long enough for me to take a shower. 
 Willy thrusted over and over, the rhythmic thumping everybody had become accustomed to not ceasing. He groaned, pleasure flowing through his veins and all over his naked body. He had never known such pleasure. Nobody was as happy as Willy was that moment. He had never been with somebody that made him so happy. 
 I crawled up to the front door. Luckily it was unlocked. I opened it, and crawled, hearing the usual sounds from my brother's room. 
 Willy pulled out, and finished. A huge amount of warm, frothy seamen flowed out of his penis, all over his partners body. 
 I pulled my body across the floor, towards the bathroom. As I passed the bedroom door, I saw something shocking. It was willy, licking seamen off the abdomen of another man. 
 `` YOU'RE GAY!'' I shouted. 
 Willy gasped, jizz covering his mouth. `` No I'm not!'' He said. 
 `` Yes you are!'' 
 Willy tried to shut the door, but it was too late. I had already taken a picture with my high-teck ultra-portable camera built into my broken glasses. I could see the headlines. 
 
 > BREAKING NEWS!!! WILLY IS GAY!!! 
 If you are a woman, you probably had 
 sex with him! Well guess what? He's 
 gay! You know who's not gay? Willy's 
 brother. 
 
 
 Willy knew he only had one option. He ran over to his brother and cracked his skull. 
 The world never found out about Willy's gayness and he continued to use thousands of women as a cover-up. He led a very happy, successful life and was never sad. 
 
 THE END 
 
 
 

