AXELtheSILLY

this user tends to take long breaks away from OWoT, and he has made friends with a lot of OWoT users such as AXOLTHEGOOBER. speaking of AXOLTHEGOOBER, they together created a two-part origin story that goes like this:

In a realm untouched by time, where whispers of magic entwined with the fabric of reality, there existed a kingdom known as Owotria. Owotria was governed by the ancient laws of whimsy and laughter, with its very essence woven from the dreams of its inhabitants. Amidst the enchanted forests and flowing rivers, two brothers were born under a celestial alignment, casting a unique constellation that would forever change the course of their lives.

Chapter 1: The Prophecy of the Stars

The brothers, named Axel the Silly and Axol the Goober, hailed from a humble village at the edge of Owotria known as Polonz's End. Axel was the elder, a child who wore his heart on his sleeve, with a mind that danced like fireflies in the night. Known for his playful pranks and infectious laughter, he had an uncanny ability to find joy in the most mundane of situations. Axol, on the other hand, was the thinker, a dreamer with wild ideas that often pushed the boundaries of reality. His boundless optimism earned him the title of Goober, for it was said that he could make the impossible seem possible merely through sheer belief and enthusiasm. On the night of their fifth birthday, a celestial eventlit the sky—the Comet of Bzuker, a harbinger of change, blazed a trail across the heavens. As the villagers gathered to witness the phenomenon, the village sage, an enigmatic woman known as Elder Jan Soweli, proclaimed a prophecy. "Two brothers shall rise from this night, one with laughter as his weapon and the other with dreams as his armor. Together, they shall challenge the shadows that dare invade the light of Owotria!" The villagers celebrated, but Axel and Axol merely giggled, believing Elder Jan Soweli's words to be another fanciful tale spun from the tapestry of their vibrant world. They knew little of the darkness lurking beyond the borders of their home, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.                                                                                                   

Chapter 2: The Rise of Darkness

Years passed, and the brothers grew. Axel and Axol became inseparable companions, their adventures filled with mischief and discovery. They befriended forest sprites, befuddled the village baker with their antics, and turned mundane chores into exhilarating quests. However, the laughter that once echoed through Polonz's End began to dim when whispers of an ominous force reached their ears. Deep within the Misty Mountains, a dark sorcerer known as Malakar sought to shroud Owotria in eternal gloom. Fueled by his hatred for joy, he conjured a swarm of shadow creatures that crept insidiously toward the heart of the kingdom, snuffing out laughter and hope. The elders of Owotria invoked their last resort—the OWoT Alliance—a council formed of the bravest warriors and wisest sages, but even they struggled against Malakar's encroaching darkness. One fateful evening, as twilight settled over Owotria, a shadow befell Polonz's End. It snaked through the streets, chilling the air and silencing the laughter that once filled the village. Axel and Axol stood at the heart of the village square, frightened yet resolute as they watched their friends vanish into frightened silence. "No! We can't let it happen!" Axel exclaimed, the fire flickering in his eyes. “We’re brothers! We can figure something out!” Axol nodded, his mind racing with ideas. “If laughter can drive away darkness, we need to gather everyone! Let’s remind them what joy feels like!” Inspired by their own conviction, the brothers set off on a quest of their own, determined to rally the villagers and spark a rebellion against the shadows. They traveled through enchanted glades and over star-kissed hills, spreading tales of joy and inventiveness.

Chapter 3: The Great Goober War

As news of Malakar’s rise spread throughout Owotria, Axel and Axol’s charisma ignited the hearts of the reluctant. Villagers began to laugh again—gale-force laughs echoed through the land like a powerful anthem. With each sound, the bonds between them grew stronger, forming an army of Dreamers and Goobers alike. As they approached the Misty Mountains, they faced challenges that tested their resolve—tricky riddles set by the Witch of Whimsy, treacherous paths guarded by the Golem of Grievance, and illusions conjured by Malakar's dark magic. But through it all, their bond shined brighter than any shadow, and with each challenge conquered, their determination only intensified. Standing at the foot of Malakar's looming fortress, the brothers gathered their now-assembled legion. Axel bounced with energy, cracking jokes and making absurd faces, while Axol painted wild dreams on the skies with words that danced like starlight. “We are the silences bursting into laughter! We are the dreams that awaken the brave!” he proclaimed. They charged into battle, laughter ringing like a clarion call, overwhelming the shadows that recoiled from the brilliance of their joy. Axel’s silly antics distracted the forces of darkness while Axol’s imaginative strategies turned the tide of the fight, using quick wit to confound Malakar’s minions.

Chapter 4: Light within Darkness

At the heart of the fortress, the brothers faced Malakar, who stood cloaked in shadows—a formidable figure embroidered with malice. “You think your laughter can defeat me?” he hissed, the cavernous voice reverberating like thunder. Axel stepped forward, exhaustion etched on his face but determination blazing in his heart. “Laughter is not just noise. It’s a force that unites us, that breaks down walls and believes in the impossible. It’s the antidote to your gloom!” Axol followed, raising his voice—a bright light against the encroaching darkness. “We are more than just two brothers! We are the joy and the creativity that lives in everyone’s hearts! We believe that together we can shine!” With a final, united burst of laughter, Axel and Axol spread their arms wide, unleashing a wave of warmth and light that illuminated the fortress. The shadows shrieked and twisted, evaporating like morning mist before the sun, as the brothers’ laughter turned into a symphony of hope. As Malakar was consumed by his own darkness, the light of Owotria returned—a rekindling that resonated through every village, bridge, and river. The kingdom, once on the brink of despair, found its voice again through the joy ignited by two brothers who refused to bow to darkness. THE END