OH NO

you put me in charge because you trust me the most

dream calling sam a good boy

Quackity made an outro song for Foolish!

omg I didn’t even think to ever use tumblr’s photo editor

okay so this is what happened when I tried

new eye and scar for the handsamdude

“Cause every hand's a winner / And every hand's a loser / And the best that you can hope for / Is to die in your sleep.” - Kenny Rogers, The Gambler

AKA I think it Quackity can have a villain arc and commit a little torture. As a treat.

The God Who Died

Foolish__Gamers is a god amongst the peoples of the server, and right now, he isn’t so sure how he feels about this.

The definition of “god” is fuzzy, true, but he is certainly closer than most, and the term isn’t usually academically debated. Totems themselves are strange and powerful things, rare in these lands - let alone one that can walk and talk and build as he does. The choice of shark for his evolution, and even the fact that he survived, is testament to his power. His age, as well - Foolish has seen the rise and the fall of lands long since forgotten. His history with Eret runs deeper than she can remember, and that brings him some regret.

His height marks him as a being of power, grandiose even in form. True, he can shrink himself down to a more traditional size when interacting with the other members of the server, but that does take presence of mind, which often eludes him in the more frenzied fits of interaction. Foolish only remembers around Ponk after the third time he got chewed out for accidentally releasing the change whilst wearing one of the costumes they’d made - he doesn’t want to tear any more seams. Foolish’s builds are as large as the man himself, with ceilings vaulted high enough that he need not be shrunk down to fit within. Even at that scale, every detail is essential, and a single misplace stair can drive the god mad for days until it is fixed. Those who see his work cannot help but find themselves in awe.

He calls himself a Totem of Life. His past calls him a Totem of Death. He holds sway over the ocean and the skies, though not without cost.

Foolish stares at the temple rising in front of him, and one hand unconsciously finds its way under the shark headpiece, touching the thin brown seam with something between fear and reverence. A perfect line, a perfectly clean cut that has healed, and will never heal. Foolish is a god who was executed. By a cat - a very large cat, but a cat nonetheless. Facing the Egg, Foolish was useless - understanding its words provided no answers. The being controlling the Eggpire is older than him, and this is not the first time they have crossed paths, but it got the upper hand, and Foolish…failed. His powers did nothing to save the friends he cared so deeply about, and so the prophecy of the totem was fulfilled. A life given in place of another’s.

His fingers curl into a fist at his side as he thinks about what happened. Quackity says he let him die - but Foolish should never have been in that position. Eret should never have been in that position. None of them should have been at risk. What kind of god is he? What good is a god like he?

Foolish stares out across the desert. The winds sweeping the sands hold no answers for him.