In a valley, as ancient as the echoes of time, Mother Gaia's vast greens sprawled alongside deep blue rivers, teeming with creatures adorned in every conceivable color and shape. Amidst this thriving tapestry, a soul harbored a desire to relinquish it all—belonging to none other than a Wamposamas named Tirgi.

"What is a Wamposamas?" you inquire. Only the most magnificent, majestic, and wise beings to grace the entire valley. Regarded as royalty by both Flimflops and Derids, the admiration and respect for Wamposamas were unparalleled. Picture it: five enchanting forest green eyes, an elongated nose or snout whistling a melodic language, and a hoctotangle mouth in ceaseless consumption. To sustain themselves, a Wamposamas had to consume 50 kilograms of glimucores daily, lest they succumb to fatigue. Standing tall at 80 cm and weighing 200 kg, boasting three robust leg muscles, five arms (three in the front, two behind), and a long, razor-sharp tail—the Wamposamas was indeed a spectacle to behold.

Yet, Tirgi, a member of the esteemed Formaslot family, the epitome of Wamposamas nobility, paid little mind to such grandeur. His heart yearned for the mysteries of the unseen life beyond the Valley. Leaving would not go unnoticed by his family; the Flimflops would undoubtedly mourn his absence, perhaps even considering the tragic end of their own lives. Such a tragedy had unfolded before, when Kroger, the eldest brother, immersed himself in a week-long binge of "Calmidy Brooke," forsaking all else within his bank, leading to over 40 Flimflops joining nextworld during his binge.

Tirgi, while cherishing the bestowed life, hungered for understanding. Why was life the way it was? What were the experiences of others? Were there other realms beyond the Valley of Mother Gaia? Questions ignited a fervor within Tirgi—a determination to unearth answers.

Returning to the corridors of Wampo High School's renowned history class, Tirgi delved into tales of the Sespertarian Wars and the harsh year of Low Running Water. The challenging times of the Greedademic in 44033blo, when Highest Father Harti stripped everyone of material possessions. Tirgi struggled to fathom how ancient people lived without the comforts of modern technology. What was life without Jurtio Cars, Tipper Jets, and, most importantly, their A.I. Companion P.D.A. devices, which host the mandatory app "Yurio: The Voice of the People"?

Yurio was the omnipotent force maintaining order in the valley, dictating beliefs, work assignments, meal times, and sleep schedules. The PDA contained exhaustive information—age, gender, race, Social Rank, Community Level, Civilian Score (the higher, the better), and, of course, their Life's Net Worth. Falling below 25 in L.N.W. meant auctioning off assets, consigning one to a life in the Flago mines. Most Flimflops endured only two sun phases in these depths, while the Dirids, lacking in quick wit but compensating with sheer strength, thrived.

Exceptions existed, with a few Dirids attaining higher social ranks, yet, in the grand hierarchy, a Flimflop always surpassed a Dirid, and a Wamposamas stood as the pinnacle. Yurio, the guardian of the valley's social order, deemed it natural, assuring that there was nothing amiss. Yet, Tirgi, unyielding in his quest, sought to transcend this ordained reality and uncover the veiled truths beyond.