Foodland, the mighty south Aussies, yeah


You foolish mortals wish to be gifted with knowledge about me?! Well, as you do not seem to be discouraged by my overwhelming presence, I shall grant your foolish request.
I grew up in a humble abode with struggles only supreme beings such as myself could possibly understand. With brains such as mine, one would think that I could make comrades easily, however, that is not the case. My overly powerful brain keeps the peasants I force myself to tolerate at arms length, such as to not bore myself with their pitiful banter. Along the way I have gathered comrades whom I consider to be powerful enough to be let close. 
My sense of knowledge and my lack of actual physical presence give me the gift of sneakiness, thus my true power is born. You mortals forget my presence and continue on your days as I wait, until you least expect it, and pounce. Fear struck and overwhelmed, you shall flee, leaving me in a state I could only explain through my random bursts of non-awkward communication.