I was once a wee bro like many others. One day, I knew I had to be more than just a bro, I needed to become a bruh, the best bruh. There are many ways to become a bruh, for one, lord B R U H can knight you as a bruhtherly bruh. Second, you can consume many amounts of a chemical compound of bromine, known as bruhmyne. If you consume hefty amounts of bruhmyne, you can evolve into a prime bruh. The more bruhmyne you consume, the more bruh you transvulge deeper into bruhness. One day, when I was fed up with my lack of bruhness, I consumed unholy, yet divine amounts of bruhmyne. For a solid six and a half days I overdosed on bruhmyne. The moment I finished, I left my settlement and went forth into the Bruhdom. I walked across the Bruhdom while the common rabble observed my aura of pure bruh. The pure entropy my bruh created made the universe ripple and sent lord B R U H forth. He advanced towards me, and the closer he got, the weaker he became. Once he was at my feet, he was nothing. Just a bruhless mang. He had sunken below the accursed mark of a puny bro. At that very moment, he was stricken from greatness and I usurped his throne. He had plunged Bruhrim into chaos. Once I ascended to such greatness, anyone who opposed me would observe my power. Any pore, orphase, or opening would flood with the purest bruhmyne. If they challenged me, my hot sticky liquid would shoot all over them, and they would become nameless, accursed, brahs. The untouchables of the bruh system. After rising to greatness, I disintegrated and became part of the bruh-force.