Author: Thoth
Badger/Larf
Part of your World
A Badger bent over a piece of parchment, scribbling furiously as the candles burned low.

The parchment itself was a map. The badger was muttering furiously to himself about terrain. To his left was an index of mathematical calculations covered in notes, scribbles, and calculations; "wind resistance" this and "magma formation" that, carefully arranged into the kind of total and complete mess that only comes from hours of dedicated work. And the map showed it: perfectly arrayed, immaculately designed, beautifully annotated. It was a masterpiece.

Unfortunately, fate had other plans. A careless swipe of the weary badger's paw sent ink flying across the artfully designed map, ruining it all. The badger stared. He blinked.

A cry of anguish echoed into the distance.

"Oi, mate! Some of us trying to catch some sleep!" A vaguely sandwich-like entity appeared adjacent to the badger.

"...Larf?"

"Bang on the money, gov! Here, awake, irritable, and bready." The sandwich, despite his claims, didn't seem especially irritable. He grinned in precisely the way that meat between bread usually didn't.

"Urrrgh..." The badger buried his head in his hands. "Sorry to wake you up like that. I just ruined this map I've been spending hours on. I calculated all the wind conditions and biome formations and everything! And it's just... gone. How can I call myself a worldbuilder now, without a world?"

The sandwich squinted. Somehow. It didn't have eyes, so how the sandwich was able to do this was confusing. But it did nonetheless. "Mate, you do know that you don't need to do that to build a world, right?"

"...Yeah, I do."

"Nah, man. Just fudge it! See?" The sandwich grabbed a parchment and quill with its not-hands and drew rapidly. "See, that looks about right, eh?"

The badger blinked. "...I mean... I guess yeah?"

"There ya go! See? You don't need all that math guff, do ya? C'mon, I'll help you out."

The black-and-white striped mammal sighed again. "What would I do without you, Larf?"

The sandwich smirked, seemingly uncaring that this was blatantly impossible. "Sleep alone, proabably..."