Bij onze eerste Ribbongiving in 2025, hebben onze leden samen een verhaal geschreven over waar Gus vandaan komt. 

Lees het hier:

Once upon a time there was a very fearless goose. His name was Gus, and he lived in the small town of Duckington. There, he lived with his gay father, Gustron. 

Together with his butler, the goose decided to rob the local bank (as one does on a Sunday afternoon). On their way there they came across an old couple. The old couple was wearing balaclavas. Turns out they were also planning on robbing the bank!

“This is our robbery!” the old woman said menacingly.

The goose refused to be outdone by an old couple! Biting them senseless, the goose took them out and successfully robbed the bank.

With the money that the goose had, it funded its cult even further. Its success attracted more people until they eventually formed a small nation of 10K people. They became the mightiest nation ever. Hurrah! ….until the fire nation attacked. They joined forces with the water tribe and the earth kingdom, even with the delegation of vampires and witches. Yet the fire nation was too powerful.

So the zombies and ghosts came to the rescue. With their help, they were strong enough to defeat the fire nation. They gathered forces. Balance was restored. Everybody hailed the goose as an international hero. Their birthday became an official holiday, on which all laws were temporarily repealed. However, on one of these days, the unthinkable happened…

The goose developed an insatiable urge to commit arson and burned the constitution. The government was in shambles! Because the goose kept burning everything, the air quality drastically decreased while the temperatures went up, speeding up climate change and causing the government even more problems which they don’t end up solving.

The goose with its unbridled desire to burn all, grew its energy continuously, becoming larger and larger, a truly menacing creature. And it did not stop there: his obsession spread to poison, mixing and mingling all sorts of inflammatory objects to create the ultimate death for any who dared bring his lips (or beak) to the cups brim.

In the pursuit of the perfect poison, the goose created a terrible thing: whatever the poison touched sprung alive! It was the ultimate antidote to death! He went into the world spreading the magic poison and made everything alive: dead animals and people were resurrected, but things gained sentience too! Street lamps dancing through the streets, chairs refusing to let anyone sit on them… The world devolved into chaos.

Regretting his decision, he went to his local witch for a solution. She told him she could help him but it would cost him his own sentience. He agreed and she gave him the antidote. From then on, the goose was cursed with his plush existence. The witch gave the plush to a local child, and that child gave it to another… Ultimately, it ended up in a thrift store’s warehouse. After such an extraordinary life, who would his next owners be?

Four months later, the goose, now cursed with his plush existence, was found by a Promethean and was brought to the basement of the Blandijn building. There, he would be locked up in a 1970s closet and would only be allowed out once a week.

The Quack.