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Hi, I’m Harold! I’m a very hard-working farmer from Normieville, USA. I have a beautiful wife named Virginia and two children, Michael and Sylvia.
I love waking up early and tending to all the chores that sustain our beloved farm. While it’s a lot of work, I absolutely love the independence that it provides us.
One day, a catastrophic storm decimated all our crops and left our farm in complete shambles. Within a short period of time, we lost practically everything we worked so hard for. I wept for many hours knowing that I didn’t have much left to rebuild our farm.
I reluctantly went out to the fields to survey the damage and was surprised to meet a little blue bag named Baby Bluey. After witnessing everything that happened, Baby Bluey looked at me cheerfully and said, “Don’t worry fam, I gotchou”. He then broke off a piece of his bag and offered it to me to help us get back on our feet.
In return, all Baby Bluey asked me for was to help fulfill his dream of one day becoming a Cosmic Bag, which I graciously obliged. Baby Bluey also agreed to help us secure even bigger bags! And so, our friendship was born.
Hi, I’m Harold’s wife Virginia and these are our two lovely children, Michael and Sylvia
Nothing very interesting ever happens here in Normieville and sometimes it’s almost a little too quiet. It never bothers Harold though as he stays pretty busy with the farm and is always getting into something - especially with that new little friend of his Baby Bluey.
Baby Bluey keeps insisting that he knows of a magical portal to a pixel dimension called The Bagaverse where bags flow abundantly. He believes that it’s the solution to our recent financial woes. He also claims that a key to him becoming a Cosmic bag may lie in The Bagaverse. I don’t know what to make of it all, but it sures sounds interesting.
Harold promised that one day he’ll take us to see life outside of Normieville, as we’ve never left our quaint little hometown. I dream of seeing what life is like in the big city. Maybe it’s time to Enter The Bagaverse!
The Notorious B.A.G.
Baglyn, N.Y., US
”I love it when they call me Bag Pappa.”
Mr. Bagyagi
Bagasaki, JP
”Bag on, bag off.”
Manny Bagquao
Baguio City, PH
”I wanted to be a bag champion.”
The Bagdalorian
Bagjing, CN
”Bags are the way.”
Bagnilla Ice
Bagcouver B.C., CA
”Bagnilla Ice, Ice baby.”
Baguel Jackson
Bagnin City, NG
”The Bags of The Righteous Man.”
Obi-Wan Bagnobi
Bagaluru, IN
”May the Bags be with you.”
Bagsenberg
Bagcelona, ES
”Now say my name, Bagsenberg!”
Bag Marley
Bagston, JM
”Bag love!”
Tony Bagtana
Bagota, CO
”All I have in this world, is my bags and my word.”
Harold threw on his travelling clothes and jumped inside his car with Baby Bluey to find the entrance to The Bagaverse.
As they approached the border of Normieville, Baby Bluey pointed to a ravine with a small tunnel that Harold had never noticed before. The tunnel was overgrown with trees and branches and Harold was barely able to fit his car through it.
Harold drove through the tunnel carefully and noticed something strange happening. The structure of his body and everything around him was becoming pixelated.
He looked towards Baby Bluey with bewilderment to discover that he had completely transformed into a pixel bag. Noticing his growing fear, Baby Bluey looked calmly at Harold and said, “Don’t trip fam. The Bagaverse is within you.”
They exited the tunnel and drove into a small town that surprisingly looked just like Normieville! But something was very different about this town. There were happy little baby bags bouncing around everywhere!
Baby Bluey looked at Harold gleefully knowing that they were well on their way to securing the bags to rebuild the farm.
Obi-Wan Bagnobi
Bagsbrophysicist
Chief bagnosticator and administer of the holy bag of eternal life. Double PhD in Bagonomics/Bagsbrophysics and graduated cum laude from the University of Bagladesh.
Leading authority and civic leader of indigenous bag rights and has championed progressive bag legislation in over 46 counties throughout the United States.
Published over 33 peer reviewed journals on the science of The Big Bag Theory and the origins of The Bagaverse. Has patented over 13 inventions integrating advanced quantum mechanics into the process of accumulating higher orders of bags.
Baggadocious
Blockchain Baller
A certified degenerate with fire ass bars and bangin beats that will make your neighbors call the po-po.
A metaverse destroyer, blockchain daemon and NFT expunger that will wreak havoc to your entire WEB3 ecosystem. Don’t leave your Metamask wallet around me - true playa for real!
Most days, you’ll find me perusing the aisles of a Family Dollar store looking for discounts on Pez candies or lounging in a dingy alley with the homies sippin on Mad Dog with Black Cherry Kool-aid. Real OGs know!
Big Bagsby
Real OG
One of the few Real OGs left on the planet. Big Bagsby runs through bags like Bo Jackson steamrolling over Brian Bosworth at the 1-yard line. A cold blooded savage.
Bagsby the type to snatch ya mamma up and jack her EBT Card and WIC vouchers with no remorse. The type to walk in the corner chicken spot, steal all the hot sauce packets and dare you to say something.
Don’t leave any kind of bags laying around Bagsby. Sandwich bags, Ziploc bags, Hefty Cinch Sak bags. Makes no difference. They’ll all come up missing!
Bagdaleena
Bad Bish
I’m like part chocolate flan, part Jackie Chan. Sweet and saucy, but will backhand the shit out yo punk ass you keep talkin crazy. Get on some hood shit and jack your rims at the stop light. Think I’m playin.
They call me Queen Empress of the Bagnobi Clan. Bestower of the bottomless bag and trusted keeper of the sacred order of Bagchezidak. An honorary Bag Belt holder and undefeated in international Bagkwon-Do tournaments. In other words, run up on a boss baddie like me and I’m liable to jettison that ass into an entirely different dimension. I wish you would!