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Gug never paid attention to the world around him, whether it regaled him with explicit evil, or extreme goodness. He did not care for poor grannies being robbed in dark alleys, nor he tried to join the fanatics of Iblees the Archdemon to sacrifice innocent maidens. It seemed that Gug lost the will to affect realm in any way, stopped thinking about pros and cons of taking either side of moral compass. Why? Was he yet another radical agnostic, excessive cynic, snappish skeptic, one of the characters with whom the world has been so overflowed in recent years?
No. Gug was just stupid.
Born into Ologs' small community located somewhere on the islands north-east of the Atlas mainland, Gug was seen as special since day one. What defined him was his stupidity, his anti-intelligence. Even his not-so-sharp friends realized that he was too stupid to be helpful for the village, since he didn't know what the village was- he just couldn't quite grasp the concept. One day, his father had taken him on a hunt. Gug went hunting, his daddy did not. To this day Gug hasn't realized that he was lied to. Despite common sense he managed to survive. He became wandering mercenary, often guarding things of such importance as mills, homesteads and even gates. What allowed him to thrive was what made him special: his dumbness.    
Because what Ologs hadn't realized, was that Gug's new level of anti-thinking, extraordinary even by their standards, allowed him to reach new perspectives. Gug isn't as aggresive as others of his kind: he's too slow for that. He doesn't possess forty years worth of bloodlust, he's got better things to do. Like standing. Or picking his nose. Or getting irritated. Because although it is hard to irritate him, nothing is as amusing for Gug as getting rid of annoying elements in his close vicinity. Elements like scream. Scream of anger, because Gug didn't understand what he was told to do. Gug didn't need to understand. Gug was picking his nose. And he will now  proceed to stick what he has picked into the screaming subject's mouth. Because it must have been some nasty cynic, this subject.  
When Gug started working for other people, he realized that many of them have second names. It was something that made them unique. Gug heard that being unique meant being special, just like he was, but in a good way. So he had sat down and started thinking. For three straight days he grinded, mixed and shuffled syllabes, all in an attempt to make the most unique, the most astonishing second name the world has ever seen. And the name he came up with was glorious: Goog. He was so proud of it that he had decided he will visit the Cloud Temple to thank “Da Kloud” for such a name, but forgot why he was going there halfway through. Now he just sorta keeps going.