#127: Ozbald of Wuzzlemoo

I'd like to first point out that the idea for the following character is brought to you courtesy of my purple-clad, 5th-grade oddity of a friend, Sophie. Ladies and gentlemen, Ozbald of Wuzzlemoo! Amongst the rolling mauve hills and rubbery flora of the distant planet Wuzzlemoo, you would assume things couldn't get any weirder. Then you look down. And you realize a tiny blonde Wuzzlemese fellow is curiously poking away at your foot with his tiny staff. That, my friend, is Ozbald. Living among his fellow Wuzzlemesians in a large hollow tree, the blue chief wanders around, gathering food and items for his people and sporting the latest in trashed NASA technology on his staff. (Read post #72 and you will perfectly understand how such a strange creation could come out of Sophie's head.)