The days were dark but light, long yet short, and cold. Not hot though, just really cold. Gawd the cold sucks. So the last 2 heat lamps crashed and from them emerged a small hero that wasn’t quite human but wasn’t quite not human. The thingamajig. The great and mighty thingamajig.
One wonders how a creature as graceful and drop-dead-gorgeous (he died 12 times already) as the thingamajig could be human. It’s not. Like, c’mon didn’t you read the first paragraph?
Anyway the thingamajig left his birthplace on a mission. A holy crusade to teach the common folk and touch the hearts and pockets of those less aware then him.