The man of sex

the man of sex, aka (Engi Man) is one of the first day joiners. He got banned, many times but never died. He always lived, and will live. His power level is 9/10. He is actually thecreator of the sex. his origin story comes from long centuries ago. Further information will eventually come.

In the first age, in the first battle, when the shadows first lengthened, five stood. Burned by the embers of Armageddon, their soul blistered by the fires of Pyro mains and tainted beyond ascension, they chose the path of perpetual torment. In their ravenous hatred they found no peace; and with boiling blood they scoured the MvM Bootcamp servers seeking vengeance against the Grey Mann who had wronged them. They wore nothing, indicating their menace all around the servers, and those that tasted the bite of their pan named them... the Pan Gaming. Tempered by the fires of Hell, their iron will remained steadfast through the passage that preys upon the weak. For they alone were the Piss Gaming, the Unchained Predators, who sought retribution in all quarters, dark and light, fire and ice, in the beginning and the end, and they hunted the slaves of Grey Mann with barbarous cruelty; for they passed through the divide as none but demon had before. And in their conquest against the blackened souls of the doomed, their prowess was shown. In their crusade, the seraphim bestowed upon them terrible power and speed, and with their might they crushed the wooden spike barricade of Rottenburg. They set forth without pity upon the beasts of the machinery. Unbreakable, incorruptible, unyielding, the Pan Gaming sought to end the dominion of robots. The age of their reckoning was uncounted. The scribes carved their name deep in the tablets of Hell across eons, and each battle etched terror in the hearts of the robots. They knew they would come, as they always had, as they always will, to feast on the blood of the wicked. For they alone could draw strength from their fallen foes, and ever their power grew, swift and unrelenting.

None could stand before the horde but the Pan Gaming. Despair spread before them like a plague, striking fear into the shadow-dwellers, driving them to deeper and darker pits. But from the depths of the abyss rose The Great One, a champion mightier than all who had come before. The Titan, of immeasurable power and ferocity. He strode upon the plain and faced the Pan Gaming, and a mighty battle was fought on the Mannhattan. The Titan fought with the fury of the countless that had fallen at the Pan Gaming's hand, but there fell the Titan, and in his defeat the robotic horde were routed. And in their terrible rancor between worlds and through time, the Piss Gamers found the wretch who shall not be named, but in their heresy was loyal to His evil cause. The wretch adorned the Pan Gaming in a mighty armor, wrought in the forges of 2Fort, impenetrable and unyielding. With pan and steak of adamantine strength, the Pan Gaming set to banishing all that were left unbroken by their savagery to the void. Yet as the mighty Titan fell and dread engulfed the armies of Grey Mann, the robo-priests of Rottenburg laid a trap to capture this scourge of MvM. Insatiable, even by the vanquishing of The Great One, the Piss Gaming sought prey in the tombs of the Casual gamemode. And blinded by their fervor, the lure drew them in. The priests brought down the temple upon the Pan Gaming, and in their defeat entombed them in the cursed sarcophagus. The mark of the Pan Gaming was burned upon his crypt, a warning to all of MvM that the terror within must never be freed. There they lie still, and ever more, in silent suffering.