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The Hippo and the Divinity His Foolishness Created
The Euclisaki and Their Dumb, Divine Hippo
This is about a Reggie Saki. A man-child who never grew out of his god-complex and the Euclisaki. The beings that managed to be born from said god complex.
The Birth in the Dream Realm.
In the grand tapestry of existence, there is the waking world—the realm of form, gravity, and consequence—and then there is the Dream Realm, an endless, boundless realm. As if it were the canvas of imagination itself. No edges, no end, no outside. It just is. where imagination itself runs wild. Every thought, every dream, every forgotten nightmare exists here. A cube that screams thunder? A chair that sings dirges for lost socks? They exist. Everything you've ever dreamed of in your sleep has happened here. Nothing obeys laws, but nothing can leave, either.
That’s the unspoken rule—dreams belong to the dream.
Well, except when a certain hippo shattered the system completely.
---
Enter Reginald Saki: The Ego That Screamed at God
Reginald Maurice Saki was not born a god. He wasn’t born special—though he will never get tired of claiming he is. In fact, he was a 39 year-old hippopotamus with a bedsheet cape and a flair for the dramatic. Obsessed with all sorts of media since childhood, mainly superhero stuff, he decided early on: “This is who I am. The multiverse’s chosen savior.”
Where most grow out of an edgy OC phase, Reggie doubled down. Except he IS the cringy OC. Every time someone questioned him, his mother, with all the emotional stamina of a golden retriever, swooped in like an angel of indulgence:
> “Don’t listen to them, my celestial boy! You’re destined for greatness! Here’s a cookie and a hug!”
Reggie could not fold laundry without reciting monologues about “bending fate to his will.” As a young hippo, kids in school complained about his arrogance, and his dad eventually left—not out of hatred, just to preserve his sanity. He let Reggie do whatever he pleased, for better or worse. Mainly the latter. He still loves the boy as he comes to visit occasionally, but he really wants to preserve his sanity.Even in his adulthood, customers would frequently complain about not being able to get their orders without him waffling being a "destined savior".
And through this toxic cocktail of ego, coddling, and obsessive self-belief, something extraordinary happened: he created life in the Dream Realm.
---
The Birth of the Euclisaki
As a child, Reggie filled notebooks with strange, nonsensical doodles—eyes, wings, spirals, jagged lines. He called them the Euclisaki, “Divine Architects of Infinity.” His mom kept these scribbles of jargon on the fridge to this day.
But Reggie believed in them—so much so that the Dream Realm obeyed. His imagination became reality.
The Euclisaki emerged: living geometric beings of luminescent fractal energy. Some looked like crystalline angels, others like abstract horrors. Each possessed a single eye capable of seeing almost infinite dimensions. They were beautiful and terrifying—perfectly symmetrical in a way that hurt to look at. And worst of all? They worshiped him, though he remained blissfully unaware.
---
Abilities and Nature
Cognikinesis – They are capable of granting temporary higher-dimensional perception to others on a lower dimension.
Multidimensional Perspective – Each Euclisaki possesses a singular eye capable of seeing almost all dimensions simultaneously.
Higher-Dimensional Existence- Euclisaki can move freely across dimensions, see higher forms, and witness eldritch/cosmic horrors in their mind-shattering true forms.
Shapeshifting – Because they appear completely invisible to beings unable to perceive higher than 3 dimensions, Euclisaki can create vessels for their forms to inhabit to make themselves visible to others.
Abstraction Pulse – This move refers to them emitting beams that destroy targets on a dimensional level.
Absolute Grip – They can temporarily hold objects, energy, or beings in place.
Dimensional Lock – They can temporarily anchor objects or people in absolute points across all realities.
Dimensional Shifting – Of course, this is simply in their nature.They travel across spatial dimensions freely.
Invisibility(via Dimensional Shifting) – Move into higher dimensions to appear invisible.
Energy Manipulation – They can channel and direct energy, either gathered or intrinsic and manipulate it to a certain extent.
Yet, despite all of that, the true gift Reggie accidentally bestowed was transcendence. The Euclisaki breached the Dream Realm’s borders, walking between dreams and reality—not through skill or technology, but sheer catastrophic belief.
---
The Dream Realm and the Great Escape
The Dream Realm is a chaotic sea of imagination. Time folds, space curls, colors taste like emotion. Noise taste like sound. Nothing obeys reason. Yet the Euclisaki found purpose here.
> “We are the shapes of his mind, yet we broke the boundary of thought. We are the dream that dreamed back.”
They escaped not by power, but because Reggie believed in them louder than the Dream Realm itself could contain. Now they have civilizations, culture, and purpose—beyond the whims of their clueless creator. They could not control the Dream Realm, but they were no longer bound to it, either. So much so, they have made their own civilization in it.
---
Reginald’s Reign of Cringe
Meanwhile, Reggie still believes he is the third coming of Jesus, Buddha, and Batman combined. He stages backyard “ascensions” while the Euclisaki watch silently from higher dimensions.
> “BEHOLD! I AM REBORN AS THE GOD OF WORLDS!”
He trips over garden hoses. He thinks the universe trembles at his anger. His mom applauds. His dad remains on permanent vacation.
The Euclisaki take meticulous notes of his foolishness, recording every stumble as divine scripture:
> “Thus fell the Lord Saki, to remind us that humility is divine.”
---
Legacy of a False God
Yet in the midst of comedy, there is tragedy.
Reginald Saki, the delusional, caped, hyper-OC hippo, did the impossible. He birthed life into a boundless realm, and granted a species their own independence. The Euclisaki exist because of his ego, but also despite it.
They see him as absurd, embarrassing, painfully human—but they also know that without him, they would not exist. Their god is a miracle of stupidity.
Because if a hippo with a cape, overly coddled and obsessed with superhero tropes, can dream beings into reality… maybe divinity isn’t about perfection at all.
Maybe it’s about believing so hard that even the impossible bends to your will.
The Gospel of Failure
The Euclisaki, for all their brilliance, record not triumphs, but disasters.
Where mortals carve myths of gods who conquered, they carve sermons of a god who tripped. Their sacred texts are not bound in gold, but in irony — the Gospel of Failure, a chronicle of their creator’s infinite capacity for foolishness.
> “For on the sixth day, He stubbed His toe on destiny and cursed the heavens for His own clumsiness.
And thus did we learn: divinity is not perfection, but persistence in embarrassment.” — Scripture of the Bent Geometry, 7:13
They chant his username — ReggieFoundedTheAwesome — like a divine frequency.
Every syllable is reverent, and every reverence tinged with disbelief.
To them, his moments of idiocy are sacred parables: cautionary tales of unchecked pride wrapped in unintentional comedy.
One of the holiest festivals in Euclisaki culture, The Day of the Great Hose, commemorates the night Reginald Saki declared himself “the beacon of all realities”… before promptly tripping over a garden hose mid-declaration. Across their realm, Euclisaki light geometric effigies that tumble gracefully — to honor the fall that reminded them all that even the divine can eat pavement.
And the quote etched across their most sacred cathedral of light reads:
> “Tho we owe thy name for our gifts,
Our god, creative thee may be… is trash.”
To outsiders, it sounds mocking.
But to the Euclisaki, it’s reverence through brutal honesty. They love their god — not because he is perfect, but because he embodies imperfection so completely that reality itself bent to it.
They pray not for salvation, but for the strength to keep believing despite knowing their creator would unironically start a flame war over power levels.
Thus, the Gospel of Failure endures: a holy book that reminds the infinite that stupidity, too, can shape worlds.
Unfortunately, their own power is directly tied to his narcissism. Should he ever learn true humility, the Euclisaki can kiss their godlike powers goodbye.
Trivia
-Even the most exalted delusions leave behind their sacred footnotes.
Digital Deity: In his mortal life, Reginald “Reggie” Saki was infamous for his online exploits—boasting twelve convention bans, three suspended social-media accounts, and a near-religious devotion to his plush and dakimakura collection. The Euclisaki revere his gaming handle, “ReggieFoundedTheAwesome,” as a holy chant said to “resonate through polygons.”
> (Scholars of the Dream Realm note that this phrase, when whispered in reverence, apparently summons only mild secondhand embarrassment.)
The Incident: Against all statistical expectation, Reggie once succeeded in romantic conquest. The act has since achieved mythic status among the Euclisaki, who refer to it as The Union of Flesh and Ego. Reggie himself treats this event as proof of his “divine virility,” much to everyone’s eternal suffering.
The Powerscaler: Despite every other failure, Reggie possesses one legitimate talent: an unnervingly precise grasp of comparative strength analysis across multiversal hierarchies. Even Flora Furriluz herself acknowledges his skill—though she’d rather be vaporized than admit it to his face.
(He is the second character of mine to canonically be involved with powerscaling.)
The Moderator of Sin: While not a predator, Reggie embodies the archetypal “Discord Moderator” energy in its purest, most radioactive form—equal parts cringe and conviction. His attempts at online courtship could fill libraries of blocked-user logs.
The Apex of Irony: Standing at an unimposing height and an equally unimposing fitness level, Reggie forgets that hippos are, in fact, one of the most lethally territorial animals on Earth. He’s physically terrifying in theory—spiritually, however, he’s more inflatable pool toy than apex beast.
The Euclisaki Hierarchy: Among their kind, leadership falls to one being: X the All-Shape. Even he despises the title, describing it as “a curse bestowed by a clown.” X maintains their civilization’s coherence through weary sarcasm and geometric sighs, watching as his creator continues to embarrass the pantheon that dreams built.
This is about a Reggie Saki. A man-child who never grew out of his god-complex and the Euclisaki. The beings that managed to be born from said god complex.
The Birth in the Dream Realm.
In the grand tapestry of existence, there is the waking world—the realm of form, gravity, and consequence—and then there is the Dream Realm, an endless, boundless realm. As if it were the canvas of imagination itself. No edges, no end, no outside. It just is. where imagination itself runs wild. Every thought, every dream, every forgotten nightmare exists here. A cube that screams thunder? A chair that sings dirges for lost socks? They exist. Everything you've ever dreamed of in your sleep has happened here. Nothing obeys laws, but nothing can leave, either.
That’s the unspoken rule—dreams belong to the dream.
Well, except when a certain hippo shattered the system completely.
---
Enter Reginald Saki: The Ego That Screamed at God
Reginald Maurice Saki was not born a god. He wasn’t born special—though he will never get tired of claiming he is. In fact, he was a 39 year-old hippopotamus with a bedsheet cape and a flair for the dramatic. Obsessed with all sorts of media since childhood, mainly superhero stuff, he decided early on: “This is who I am. The multiverse’s chosen savior.”
Where most grow out of an edgy OC phase, Reggie doubled down. Except he IS the cringy OC. Every time someone questioned him, his mother, with all the emotional stamina of a golden retriever, swooped in like an angel of indulgence:
> “Don’t listen to them, my celestial boy! You’re destined for greatness! Here’s a cookie and a hug!”
Reggie could not fold laundry without reciting monologues about “bending fate to his will.” As a young hippo, kids in school complained about his arrogance, and his dad eventually left—not out of hatred, just to preserve his sanity. He let Reggie do whatever he pleased, for better or worse. Mainly the latter. He still loves the boy as he comes to visit occasionally, but he really wants to preserve his sanity.Even in his adulthood, customers would frequently complain about not being able to get their orders without him waffling being a "destined savior".
And through this toxic cocktail of ego, coddling, and obsessive self-belief, something extraordinary happened: he created life in the Dream Realm.
---
The Birth of the Euclisaki
As a child, Reggie filled notebooks with strange, nonsensical doodles—eyes, wings, spirals, jagged lines. He called them the Euclisaki, “Divine Architects of Infinity.” His mom kept these scribbles of jargon on the fridge to this day.
But Reggie believed in them—so much so that the Dream Realm obeyed. His imagination became reality.
The Euclisaki emerged: living geometric beings of luminescent fractal energy. Some looked like crystalline angels, others like abstract horrors. Each possessed a single eye capable of seeing almost infinite dimensions. They were beautiful and terrifying—perfectly symmetrical in a way that hurt to look at. And worst of all? They worshiped him, though he remained blissfully unaware.
---
Abilities and Nature
Cognikinesis – They are capable of granting temporary higher-dimensional perception to others on a lower dimension.
Multidimensional Perspective – Each Euclisaki possesses a singular eye capable of seeing almost all dimensions simultaneously.
Higher-Dimensional Existence- Euclisaki can move freely across dimensions, see higher forms, and witness eldritch/cosmic horrors in their mind-shattering true forms.
Shapeshifting – Because they appear completely invisible to beings unable to perceive higher than 3 dimensions, Euclisaki can create vessels for their forms to inhabit to make themselves visible to others.
Abstraction Pulse – This move refers to them emitting beams that destroy targets on a dimensional level.
Absolute Grip – They can temporarily hold objects, energy, or beings in place.
Dimensional Lock – They can temporarily anchor objects or people in absolute points across all realities.
Dimensional Shifting – Of course, this is simply in their nature.They travel across spatial dimensions freely.
Invisibility(via Dimensional Shifting) – Move into higher dimensions to appear invisible.
Energy Manipulation – They can channel and direct energy, either gathered or intrinsic and manipulate it to a certain extent.
Yet, despite all of that, the true gift Reggie accidentally bestowed was transcendence. The Euclisaki breached the Dream Realm’s borders, walking between dreams and reality—not through skill or technology, but sheer catastrophic belief.
---
The Dream Realm and the Great Escape
The Dream Realm is a chaotic sea of imagination. Time folds, space curls, colors taste like emotion. Noise taste like sound. Nothing obeys reason. Yet the Euclisaki found purpose here.
> “We are the shapes of his mind, yet we broke the boundary of thought. We are the dream that dreamed back.”
They escaped not by power, but because Reggie believed in them louder than the Dream Realm itself could contain. Now they have civilizations, culture, and purpose—beyond the whims of their clueless creator. They could not control the Dream Realm, but they were no longer bound to it, either. So much so, they have made their own civilization in it.
---
Reginald’s Reign of Cringe
Meanwhile, Reggie still believes he is the third coming of Jesus, Buddha, and Batman combined. He stages backyard “ascensions” while the Euclisaki watch silently from higher dimensions.
> “BEHOLD! I AM REBORN AS THE GOD OF WORLDS!”
He trips over garden hoses. He thinks the universe trembles at his anger. His mom applauds. His dad remains on permanent vacation.
The Euclisaki take meticulous notes of his foolishness, recording every stumble as divine scripture:
> “Thus fell the Lord Saki, to remind us that humility is divine.”
---
Legacy of a False God
Yet in the midst of comedy, there is tragedy.
Reginald Saki, the delusional, caped, hyper-OC hippo, did the impossible. He birthed life into a boundless realm, and granted a species their own independence. The Euclisaki exist because of his ego, but also despite it.
They see him as absurd, embarrassing, painfully human—but they also know that without him, they would not exist. Their god is a miracle of stupidity.
Because if a hippo with a cape, overly coddled and obsessed with superhero tropes, can dream beings into reality… maybe divinity isn’t about perfection at all.
Maybe it’s about believing so hard that even the impossible bends to your will.
The Gospel of Failure
The Euclisaki, for all their brilliance, record not triumphs, but disasters.
Where mortals carve myths of gods who conquered, they carve sermons of a god who tripped. Their sacred texts are not bound in gold, but in irony — the Gospel of Failure, a chronicle of their creator’s infinite capacity for foolishness.
> “For on the sixth day, He stubbed His toe on destiny and cursed the heavens for His own clumsiness.
And thus did we learn: divinity is not perfection, but persistence in embarrassment.” — Scripture of the Bent Geometry, 7:13
They chant his username — ReggieFoundedTheAwesome — like a divine frequency.
Every syllable is reverent, and every reverence tinged with disbelief.
To them, his moments of idiocy are sacred parables: cautionary tales of unchecked pride wrapped in unintentional comedy.
One of the holiest festivals in Euclisaki culture, The Day of the Great Hose, commemorates the night Reginald Saki declared himself “the beacon of all realities”… before promptly tripping over a garden hose mid-declaration. Across their realm, Euclisaki light geometric effigies that tumble gracefully — to honor the fall that reminded them all that even the divine can eat pavement.
And the quote etched across their most sacred cathedral of light reads:
> “Tho we owe thy name for our gifts,
Our god, creative thee may be… is trash.”
To outsiders, it sounds mocking.
But to the Euclisaki, it’s reverence through brutal honesty. They love their god — not because he is perfect, but because he embodies imperfection so completely that reality itself bent to it.
They pray not for salvation, but for the strength to keep believing despite knowing their creator would unironically start a flame war over power levels.
Thus, the Gospel of Failure endures: a holy book that reminds the infinite that stupidity, too, can shape worlds.
Unfortunately, their own power is directly tied to his narcissism. Should he ever learn true humility, the Euclisaki can kiss their godlike powers goodbye.
Trivia
-Even the most exalted delusions leave behind their sacred footnotes.
Digital Deity: In his mortal life, Reginald “Reggie” Saki was infamous for his online exploits—boasting twelve convention bans, three suspended social-media accounts, and a near-religious devotion to his plush and dakimakura collection. The Euclisaki revere his gaming handle, “ReggieFoundedTheAwesome,” as a holy chant said to “resonate through polygons.”
> (Scholars of the Dream Realm note that this phrase, when whispered in reverence, apparently summons only mild secondhand embarrassment.)
The Incident: Against all statistical expectation, Reggie once succeeded in romantic conquest. The act has since achieved mythic status among the Euclisaki, who refer to it as The Union of Flesh and Ego. Reggie himself treats this event as proof of his “divine virility,” much to everyone’s eternal suffering.
The Powerscaler: Despite every other failure, Reggie possesses one legitimate talent: an unnervingly precise grasp of comparative strength analysis across multiversal hierarchies. Even Flora Furriluz herself acknowledges his skill—though she’d rather be vaporized than admit it to his face.
(He is the second character of mine to canonically be involved with powerscaling.)
The Moderator of Sin: While not a predator, Reggie embodies the archetypal “Discord Moderator” energy in its purest, most radioactive form—equal parts cringe and conviction. His attempts at online courtship could fill libraries of blocked-user logs.
The Apex of Irony: Standing at an unimposing height and an equally unimposing fitness level, Reggie forgets that hippos are, in fact, one of the most lethally territorial animals on Earth. He’s physically terrifying in theory—spiritually, however, he’s more inflatable pool toy than apex beast.
The Euclisaki Hierarchy: Among their kind, leadership falls to one being: X the All-Shape. Even he despises the title, describing it as “a curse bestowed by a clown.” X maintains their civilization’s coherence through weary sarcasm and geometric sighs, watching as his creator continues to embarrass the pantheon that dreams built.
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