Believing the world to be an evil twin of the Neverhood, the Hoodians sent a new hero to explore this uncharted world: Wyrefraim Dagwoodwind. Such terrible actions would've continued were it not for the Nullhood being discovered by stargazing Neverhoodians. He also used a horrifically monstrous power, eating klay people, to gain their knowledge to further improve his world, like the ability to make robots to tend to gardens and guard his territory.

This depression lead to a manic insane 'happiness' that drove Hrovarm to literally fly off his world, leaving Brogar as caretaker.įat Brog, eager to fix what Hrovarm left to him, began stealing from passing worlds, planting greenery and siphoning water wherever he thought it needed it. Without anger, Hrovarm could only feel depression for having his best friend turn monstrous. He survived the angersplosion, but with a very different appearance. Normally, Hrovarm's anger was righteous and controlled, but out of Hrovarm's control, it boiled within Brogar, making him grow and swell until he burst like an overinflated balloon. What Brogar bit off, however, was Hrovarm's anger. As his story goes, it got to a point where he tried to eat away at Hrovarm's own emotions, in an attempt to literally eat away at Hrovarm's insanity and only leave his kindness and wisdom. When Brogar found out he couldn't help Hrovarm with his insanity, Brog went mad himself, eating away at Hrovarm's klay world (though he tried to keep out of sight from Ol' Varmy). Nevertheless, he loved his creator and was loyal to him, albeit to a fault. His only creation with any sense of stability would be his one true 'son', Brogar.īrogar was Hoodianesque, but he was a creature of dirt and klay mixed together, so he was a little unstable. Hrovarm, like his saner 'cousin', created his own 'hood, the Nullhood, using klay of all qualities, making his world look hodge-podge and ragged from the start. His crown bent and awkwardly placed, his belly torn through his own insane acts (without heroism), and his face strangely arranged, with that 'smile' of his actually being a sideways indented eye (like Klaymen's, only weird). Enter Hrovarm, Hoborg's faulty Bertian 'cousin'. This is where my wormy imagination starts to kick in and make my own Bertian crowned beings. Salad's interpretation was that all those names within BertBert's segment of the Hall of Records weren't the crowned beings, and that the crowned beings might be off somewhere shaping their own segments of the universe. Y'see, we were talking about BertBert, and how he, believing he was Quater, made his own crowned beings, that made their own crowned beings, that made their own and so on and so forth until they were just lumps of dead meat (well, klay-meat). Well, I only say this because Salad, Kloreen, and I were discussing such matters, and because she might've opened a can of worms that are now crawling in my brain.

The neverhood hall of records