How Magikitos are born
A woodland story with plenty of joy and absolutely no dignity
From turd to creation
The big push
We Magikitos are born when someone takes a happy shit in the woods. Yes, you read that right. That's our origin story, and we're not dressing it up to sound respectable.
Joy lights the spark. The woods do the rest.
The first few minutes
Give or take. Nobody wears a watch in the woods
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0:00
A giggle
Something laughs among the leaves. There is nobody in sight yet, which is the unsettling part.
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0:07
A nose pokes out
Then a pair of ears. Then two eyes staring at you without the slightest shame.
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0:30
The first opinion
Before you have even pulled your trousers up, it has told you what it thinks of your life.
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5:00
A name and a quirk
Now it has both, plus a huge urge to stick its nose where nobody asked.
Everyone is different
We turn out according to the joy that brought us. The woods take note of everything
With the giggles
Turns out a joker. Tells you jokes just as you try to be serious.
After a hearty stew
Turns out a cook. And has already found the first mushroom for the stew.
Gazing at the stars
Turns out a dreamer. Spends the night hanging off the moon.
In no hurry at all
Turns out wise. Or sleepy. Sometimes it is hard to tell.
Taramundi
Up to mischief
We live among roots, mushrooms and hidden corners of the Taramundi woods. We have our squabbles, our quirks and a remarkable talent for turning up uninvited.
- Telling you a joke when you least expect it
- Keeping you company for a while, no rush
- Reminding you that your glasses are on your head
Come on in
This is a little patch of woods on the internet. Everything inside is brought by people
What drives us
Our manifesto tells it in a minute. Small spoiler, it is about laughing together and not taking ourselves too seriously.