Artcow Frank Breaker / Monostar Leatherknuckles / Frankman64 / Glitchyboy64 / Dr.V / VictorRay67 / Frankie Ferox / Kazuki Oyama - Black Chris Chan? Diehard Weeaboo. Danganronpasperg. OPsec Disaster. Aspiring Mangaka. True & Honest Creator of ЯED MIST. Vore Fetishist. Gachatuber. Questionable Business Practices. Lied About Being an Adult.

How about a manga called "Mario", where instead of ninjas, the Mafia is the dominant military and governing force. Enter Mario, an orphan with a strange tattoo on his back that everybody in his village - SORRY! - TOWN totally don't know the meaning of, and ostracize him because when he was an infant, SOMEHOW, the town got caught on fire and some fuckwad started spreading bullshit rumors that a newborn baby started it. Naturally, the single digit IQ citizens who can still manage to tie their shoes in the morning, and at night, and can suck their thumbs with a modicum of precision, totally believe this and take it at face value.

Sick and tired over the abuse - wait - not abuse, because that's totally okay in Japanese society, (and rape, for some reason), he vows to become the 'THE BOSS' (ALL CAPS), to surpass all past 'THE BOSS'es and prove to everyone that a no name orphan, talentless, no genetic advantage person like him can succeed through nothing but hard work.

Long story short, they are invaded by aliens, and they somehow have DBZ level powers that can fight the aliens, and Mario is revealed to be the genetically engineered clone of the TOWN's bestest best 'THE BOSS' evah, who was descended from JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF! and that he had natural gifts that allowed him to breeze through every training in a matter of a week, get some bullshit power up from his dead ancestors, and somehow preaches to his contemporaries in the end that they TOO can become as godly overpowered as him.

Oh, and in the sequel, he goes away or something, I don't care. I'm making it up as I go along. I hate my wife. I love my brother. I hate all women. I think they're abominations with stinky holes instead of delicious dicks. I love aliens. I wanted to write about samurai aliens. Why is it so hard? Why don't people like my writing? I blame my editor. Even though he kept tard wrangling just some of the most retarded ideas I had, I fucking hope he and his family dies in a ditch. Did I mention that I'm in love with my brother?

Yeah...
Just something I wanted to get off of my chest. Enjoy.
 
I have a SUPA EPIK MANGA PROPOSAL

The year is 2030. The streets of Detroit are in greater ruin than ever and are run by violent gangs of Niggers, Muslims, Pajeets, Gooks et al...
But one Man stands against the terror. With his metal bat of a cock he will brow beat them ALL INTO SUBMISSION.

HE IS...
DIK MAN LEE!!!
 
And homos. I think that you should add an wheelchair bound bipoc non binary person.
He (it?) can't get out of the apartment because there's no elevator and he's on the 5th floor, the things going wrong are him going crazy from being stuck up there, with twitter being his only source of interaction with the outside world. Slowly the reality of the apartment starts to morph into a vivid, inescapable hellscape, shaped by his own mind and curated by the Algorithm. Will he ever find his way to the door and gather courage to roll down the stairs?
 
He (it?) can't get out of the apartment because there's no elevator and he's on the 5th floor, the things going wrong are him going crazy from being stuck up there, with twitter being his only source of interaction with the outside world. Slowly the reality of the apartment starts to morph into a vivid, inescapable hellscape, shaped by his own mind and curated by the Algorithm. Will he ever find his way to the door and gather courage to roll down the stairs?
Cooool, very Silent Hill 4-esque.
 
This thread still going geez! Keep the room clean for the hopeful return of the prod(nig)al son.
It’s about a man living in an apartment block. Everything is normal as it seems but he always feels something is very wrong and very off. The whole plot is the man figuring out what is wrong.
He had the furry ERP DM tab open when he was in a skype call with his work.
 
He had the furry ERP DM tab open when he was in a skype call with his work.
I can't imagine there being much worth writing about in the life of a Catler or any of those other fags. Maybe a throwaway gag about sweaty fat men tearfully jacking off into their soiled diapers while cyber yiffing, but not much more than that.
 
I can't imagine there being much worth writing about in the life of a Catler or any of those other fags. Maybe a throwaway gag about sweaty fat men tearfully jacking off into their soiled diapers while cyber yiffing, but not much more than that.
That sounds amazing! I'd read that in a heartbeat.
 
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I can't imagine there being much worth writing about in the life of a Catler or any of those other fags. Maybe a throwaway gag about sweaty fat men tearfully jacking off into their soiled diapers while cyber yiffing, but not much more than that.
I wrote a script one time where a redditor like coomer died and started hauting an apartment complex and the main character has hired to get ready of him. I not proud.
 
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