Absolute_Slayer

The Birth of the Bicep Born in Delhi to parents who wanted an engineer but got an engine instead, Slayer destiny was written not in textbooks, but in the nutritional labels of peanut butter jars. Slayer realized his true calling wasn’t solving for x, but figuring out how many grams of protein he could squeeze out of an egg without upsetting his mother’s vegetarian kitchen rules.

The Three Alter Egos of Slayer Slayer doesn’t live a normal life, he lives in a state of constant chronological crisis, balancing three completely incompatible identities.

Everyone has a plan until they get punched in the face. My plan is usually to yell ‘Bhaiyya, sorry!’ and hit them harder. Slayer, after his third local tournament win.