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Paarke

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    Birmingham, U.K.
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    real profile.
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    Anything to do with muscle, growth, and extreme strength.

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  1. That is very tough. Can I not have both?
  2. Wish I could do that!
  3. I was 40 in January. You’ve given me some ideas!
  4. Paarke

    Andrews gym

    Sorry about the colour of the text. I've tried to change it to make it easier to read but it won't let me do it.
  5. Paarke

    Andrews gym

    Andrew’s gym used to be in the middle of a busy town, but as his strength grew, so did the problems. He was constantly having the gym upgraded with custom made equipment and heavier and heavier weights. Long abandoned ship yards soon found themselves coming back to life as the only places big enough to handle the kinds of iron he needed. The country was brought to a halt for three weeks as motorways had to be closed for a specially made truck that filled both carriageways at once made a painfully slow journey across the country to bring him a new dumbbell. Hooking it off the back of the truck with one finger, he announced that it was “fucking pathetic ” and tossed it over his shoulder like an empty coke can. That was over a year ago and air traffic is still grounded until it finally falls to earth. All that disruption was only the tip of the iceberg, and his gym and hardcore training made life a living hell for anyone living within a few miles. Nerves were shredded because no one ever knew just when he was going to drop the bar after a set. The loud metallic clanging temporarily deafening everyone, although that was the least of their worries. The constant banging of weights and him using machines that had more iron in them than a navy’s entire fleet caused constant shockwaves to go through the town. Driving was banned as there were so many accidents caused by cars getting bounced off the ground and careering out of control that it was far too dangerous. The trains weren’t any better, even if they could stay on the tracks, once he’d hooked his new 200megawatt stereo directly into the railway power grid with his bare hands, there wasn’t any juice left to power anything else. Houses became totally worthless, most were riddled with structural cracks and were never more than a few reps away from collapse. Insurance companies soon stopped paying out for repairs, saying it was an act of god. The town was on its knees. Schools were shut because staff couldn’t get in, businesses folded because supplies couldn’t get through. The local hospital, a 60’s concrete monstrosity collapsed into a cloud of dust half way through a really brutal leg session. Food meant a 15 mile walk to the nearest shop that could still get deliveries. Water was hit and miss. By the time he’d finished his latest bulk, Andrew couldn’t walk anywhere in town without the ground turning to mush, and the whole place was a mess of cracked water pipes and fractured sewer lines. Luckily there had been no gas supply for weeks. The truck delivering his new lifting straps fell through the road outside and broke the main supplying the town. When they told him they needed to shut the gym for a few days to fix it he simply pushed every single one of their vans, diggers, pneumatic drills into the hole and started to compact it down with his foot. To make his point he took off his trainer and made them watch as he moulded all their equipment into a solid mass of metal, oozing between his toes like it was some kind of thick liquid. In just a few short weeks the few people still in the town were in some kind of post apocalyptic world, scavenging around shattered buildings to find scraps to eat and hoping for clean water. The whole area was now a big exclusion zone. Anyone in there was on their own. If they managed to get out, all well and good, but no one was coming to help them. In a bid to try and persuade him from wreaking havoc somewhere new, the government agreed to supply Andrew with everything he needed as long as he stayed in the exclusion zone. He was going do whatever the hell he wanted, but it suited him to let them think they were in charge for now. Once a week, regular supplies would be delivered, and if he needed anything more complex then all available resources would be switched to providing that as quickly as possible. Naturally, this was going to be a huge logistical nightmare. His vast muscles were so impossibly dense that he had to eat a supermarket worth of calories for every meal just to maintain, and he was all about the growth. He needed a big area to stack up the hundreds of container loads of food and supplements that he would get through. He had the whole town to choose from, there wasn’t much left worth saving, but feeling a need to show his total dominance over the town he destroyed, he chose to site it on the one building apart from the gym that was still standing. The medieval Church was a marvel of architecture and engineering, standing guard over the town for centuries, and a real tourist attraction in its own right. There was no real way that the authorities could protect it, but, amazingly, it has stood almost intact and they assumed Andrew would have no interest in it. Andrew barely touched the huge oak door and it smashed back into the wall and exploded into splinters. He never even knew it was locked. He walked in, surprised at the size, it would do nicely. He loved the sound of his huge footsteps, already cracking the floor, echoing around the vast building, sounding like a huge giant striding the earth wiping out entire civilisations. Very slowly he stuck out his incredible, veined arms by his side, and began to fill his lungs. His vast pecs swelled at his filled his lungs to capacity, and almost beyond until they just began to burn. The he let out a huge roar, probably the loudest sound ever heard on the planet. Priceless windows were instantly shattered, shards of glass raining down everywhere. Beautiful ceilings, painstakingly painted by artists hundreds of years ago cracked, and crumbled into tons of dust. The sheer power of his roar blowing all the dust out through the shattered windows and painting the whole town a kind of dirty great colour. Eyeing up a solid stone pillar, several feet thick, he pulled back his arm and obliterated it with a single punch. It probably took a hundred years to build and he was going to destroy it in minutes.
  6. Too long ago, if anyone wants to volunteer...
  7. I keep hoping I might see him one day. I think the truth is he’s just so huge and godly our feeble minds just wouldn’t be able to cope.
  8. So it was you I saw trying and failing to look inconspicuous when I was having my lunch the other day. I was thinking about those calves the rest of the day.
  9. I can remember there being some hulk cartoons on tv when I was really young and being fascinated by those, but what really sticks in my head was seeing a Flex magazine in the newsagents when I was about 12 and being really blown away by the fact that any could be that big or look like that. I used to go in and try and sneak a look at the muscle mags after that, and yes, I very nearly tried to smuggle one out of the shop!
  10. Thanks for the follow. 

    1. Paarke

      Paarke

      No probs! I see you like two of my favourite things, calves and strength.

  11. Really cheeky, but if anyone on here is a qualified electrician in the UK could you pm me, I just need a bit of advice.

  12. Definitely. It’d be nice to meet up with a few like minded muscle fans!
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