Gorrik Gimbo Gumbo HIMBO humbo

Do the boys from Menahat know about sex?

 

The chad population of Menahat is merely 1, but only when Neal comes to visit.

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I should check for Dyrus some time so I could add him later (if he's been forgotten)

Teamwork

Zig

• The leader. He makes the plans. He keeps the team in shape. He's the brain and everyone else is the body.
• He also gets called "aniki" by Gorrik in the Japanese release, which I think is awesome (I wish they kept something similar to that in the English one). 
• He's not the type to just laze around, though. If he wants in on the action, he'll join. 
• He also probably has the best relationship with Dyrus out of the three of them. (and by "the best", I mean that Dyrus doesn't think he's as stupid as the others)

Beht

• The guys would make him responsible for all the stuff that requires book-smartedness (leave the logic to Zig, though)
• Weird mechanism? Beht checks it out. Old, rusty device? Leave it to Beht.
• Although he can't keep a secret any better than Gorrik, he'd try to put his charisma to use in *attempts* to do some social distractions and acrobatics. Like, be some homme fatale or a even a femme fatale since (at least, by some players) he's mistaken for a woman because of his stance/posture and the vagueness of his identity
• He's probably the most fearless of the three (not brave, but he abnormally lacks a sense of danger). He'll swagger past a "CERTAIN DEATH AHEAD" sign and try to prove you that things aren't all that bad. See?

Gorrik

• Clearly, he's supposed to be the muscle of the group. He'll push boulders for you. Dig holes for you. 
• Although he may seem like the "good" one of the three, he probably wouldn't skip a second if he was ordered to punch the lights out of someone or something that gets in their way
• He's also what the guys use as "bait", who the guys put on the front lines
• Also used as the team's official meat shield 😔

THE "SENTIENT SHOES"

 Everyone makes fun of these guys for being THE "sentient shoes".

I think they're awesome. People just gotta learn how to appreciate.

The cowboy theme is the thing that got these guys to be my favourites as a kid

Ramblings in a desert planet

It's all yellow, dust and death, I'll tell you. Yellow, dust and death as far as the eye can see. You don’t even got to be smart to tell - one brother of mine even said it first himself. “This could be the first time I ever thought to associate any shade of yellow with something so grim... bleak... What was the word again?” he asked. And that word was death. Every day since then, that quote of his would replay in my head at least once. Every day it annoyed me, but at least that gave me something to complain about other than the sand. Stuck with our jobs, the only way the boys and I could escape from this hellish landscape is back at base camp. It was also the only place that contained any sort of life that wasn't the occasional cactus. We believe that camp is, by far, the only place with recorded life on the entire planet, and its population doesn't go any further than the Boss and his men. As refreshing as it may sound, especially when you think about the absence of everything that we'd taken for granted in Doldogo and Wyterra, even the camp doesn't hide from this curse of the colour yellow, too. And for what? Camouflage? Ain't nothing lives on this Godforsaken planet - at least, nothing that can kill us. 

It’s only been  half a year since landing here on Menahat and I’m surprised I hadn’t gotten sick of this place sooner. Maybe it was Beht’s strange fascination with the place, as lacking as it is. Maybe it was Gorrik’s almost manic levels of optimism that kept me going. Or, could it possibly be our special treatment from the Boss? But, even so, I know that one of these days, this planet will drive me right out of my skull to the point of no return. Imagine you’re in my shoes. Imagine everything around you is yellow. You see yellow. You touch yellow. You hear yellow, smell yellow, taste yellow… all that is yellow is happening to you constantly. Eventually, you'll get so sick of seeing any shade of the goddamn colour that, even at the glimpse of sweet, sweet gold, you'll want a pistol right in your mouth! And if the pistol so happens to be of the colour golden yellow, fitted nicely inside of a golden yellow box, and placed real low and easy-to-reach on a golden yellow shelf -- what the hell?! - you may as well just keep going. At least, by living on there’s a chance that the last thing you see won’t be any kind of yellow at all!

Menahat vibes playlist

 https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PL4UC8Wlu7WrSaKJ1Aei5CwLETUTV__V-y

My favourite desert music for the boys from Menahat