Chimper #73
Juhona the Unhinged never once foamed at the mouth or screamed prophecies at the stormy skies. They were, by all accounts, a devoted scholar of Sensei’s teachings on clarity and balance. Yet, travelers in The Dragon Wastelands would see them, a pristine slice of cake on their head and a bowl of noodles in their hands, and assume the howling winds had finally cracked a mind. Juhona would simply squint suspiciously at their surroundings, muttering about sodium levels and the textural integrity of a good broth. The title wasn't earned through madness, but during a rare scavenger feast. When faced with a tureen of ramen large enough to bathe in, their jaw audibly clicked and stretched to an impossible width. A rival just whispered, “They’re…unhinged.” The name stuck faster than sticky rice.
