Huge Fucking Gains dont come to those with small forearms CHP 1

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.