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At what point does Ratau realize "wait, they were a fox the whole time??"
Well, the thing is, this was never a great revelation.
Of course, there was a moment when Ratau knew it for sure, but I think I said before that for him, knowledge didn't change anything; the False Prophet was still the one with the red crown.
For the rest of the Knucklebones Crew it was also quite obvious, but in their case, their trust in Ratau was enough not to question it too much.
They have less of a problem alluding to the fact that they are a fox, but Ratau knows that it is not something that should be said, so he tries to remind them more than once without success.
The PAIIIIN I HAD TO UNLOCK THAT DAMN TABLE. I was so sooo ahead of Shrumy and then. When they had one slot left, they USED IT TO STEAL MY FULL ROW OF SIXES, PLACING THEM IN THE LEAD ON THE BERY LAST TURN. I WAS SOOO LIVID HOLY SHIT AAAAUGH. Shrumy my ABHORREEEEEED.
woo, this commission took a while, but turned out great. 3some (4some? moresome?) of ratau and friends with a lamb fancharacter.
Follower Awaits Indoctrination
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You crown bearers are all the same. Nothing without your adoring Followers. Ratau wasn't like that. He stayed true to who he was. You'll NEVER live up to him.
Shrumy story
Based on Shrumy’s dialogue when you meet them for the first time :3
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The dark grain alcohol is a burning flood splashing down the back of their throat. Hamal swallows down two more pulls directly from the bottle. A divine metabolism is difficult to overcome, but they’ve adapted. Even they can outdrink their own godly recovery if given the proper volume of alcohol. “I hate when he does this,” they continue, since none of the high priests are chiming in. Ratau and Flinky are listening attentively, their shot glasses empty. Shrumy pours himself and Klunko another drink. “I know something is wrong, but he’s just shutting me out. We’re getting married, and he’s got four living monuments to how much I love him walking around the compound! Why won’t he just talk to me?!”