BeMeebEth erupts from the Ultra-Mega-Super-Hyper-Refined Synthesizer, at long last. The towering Monster curls his fingers, getting a feel of new muscles. He flicks one of the branches lying at the top of the Synthesizer.

Not bad, Zarroë! You crazy kook. He then turns towards the expansive landscape of the Ethereal Workshop. Vibrant rave lights and spontaneous lightning begin to flash with his simple movements. He slithers around on his four tentacles, high-fiving and fist-bumping random inhabitants with his four arms.

HELLOOO, WORKSHOPPERS! Haha! “We are the Workshop!” and all that. Am I right or am I right?! WHAT?! Looking good, Rhysmuth! Y’know, not as good as, like, five elements like me, but it’s a start!

He eventually screeches to a halt in front of you. He stares you down with an almost curious look, before returning back to a lax posture.

Woahh, dude! Almost didn’t see you there! What is UP?! I’m BeMeebEth, Ethereal Quint, magnum opus, nice to meet you. He said, roughly shaking your hand.