#painthue

This is Painthue, brother of Paintink. He is the collaborated creation of Mary and Starry near the beginning of the world. Painthue is somewhat based on Paintink, but Painthue’s personality is almost the opposite of that.

The whole thing went like this:

One day, seemingly out of nowhere, Starry asked Paintink: “do you want a little brother?”

Paintink, while sculpting a mountain, replied: “No.”

“It’s nice to have a brother.”

“I don’t see myself needing one. Why?”

“You don’t seem to be interested to play with us, and we thought you’d be lonely with no one to spend time with. Or do you want to join us after all?”

He frowned, looked at Starry, looked at Mary who’s beside her, then back to Starry again: “No, I’m good.”

And so he has a brother now.

Painthue seems to be always full of joy and energy. He has sets upon sets of different clothing, many of which are in themes of Galaca animals. One would see him wearing something different everyday. Sometimes, when Paintink is busy can could not attend his class, Painthue would help filling in. He’s very well received, being lacking in rules and standards, but full of imaginations and weird ideas. The white walls of the classroom building is colorful by the students hands, claws and tails, all because of a sudden idea from Painthue in the midst of boredom. Now the walls of the classroom building changes almost every season, filled with new knowledge learned from the classroom.

Of course Paintink approves of all of these. He found that it greatly improved students’ willingness and ability to learn the materials. So he purposely let Painthue lead a class or two every moon. In their free times, the two would discuss their vacation together. Painthue gives ideas of what to do, while Paintink plan out the details. Painthue’s suggestions rarely overlap, bringing many opportunities to Paintink’s life.

“I’d always choose to paint sceneries. I guess it’d get boring really soon.” Paintink often thinks to himself. He would not experience any of this if it’s only him. He wouldn’t have a reason to step out of his circle. He’d have overlapping days and nights, doing the same thing over and over again. He wondered if that’d kill him, dissolve his existence, send him back to where he came from, to the primal light, where time and change doesn’t exist.

In Galaca, the return to the primal light is often called ascension. It is to walk past the Door to Death, to receive, to return, to the eternal joy. It wouldn’t be a harsh thing for Paintink, since he’s originally from there. But for now, he decides against it, because someone has held down an anchor for him.

That someone is currently blasting rainbows onto the face of the tall cliffs: “THIS IS SO FUN! DO YOU THINK I CAN MAKE A GAME OUT OF IT?” Painthue swings with the wind on the rather useless safety rope.

“WHAT?” The owl yelled back, trying hard to be close to the Painthue while not getting hit by him.

“I SAID I WANT TO MAKE A GAME OUT IF PAINTING CLIFFS!” Painthue switched to another color and continued to blast pigment from the giant paint gun.

“THERE’S NOT THAT MANY CLIFFS TO PAINT ON! MAYBE IN A DIFFERENT DIMENSION?”

“OHH YEAH, WITH MANY WALLS! WHAT IF WE NEED TO GATHER OUR PAINT? LIKE IN A MAZE! BUT LIKE, NOT A SCARY MAZE BUT A FUN ONE! OHH MAYBE THROUGH AN OBSTACLE COURSE!”

This is the origin of the “getting-different-paint-along-an-obstacle-course-and-draw-themed-challenge” game. It is forgotten by its creator within three hours of creation.

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