Speciation in LostBrook

"Thingamajigs encompass most of LostBrook's landmass. They were the first species to achieve sapience, and the ones closest in tune with Klourm's holy nature of creativity.
Thingamajigs are naturally inclined to reckless and/or self-destructive behaviors.

Before merging with the Chimeras wept from the fallen star, the Thingamajigs were first designed as a sort of crash test dummy, and as such the earliest members of their species were naturally designed to take a high level of punishment.

Though they may appear hurt at first from falling, burning, stabbing, or any such injury, the only surefire way to 'kill' a Thingamajig is via a direct attack on their soul. An act of true malice, true hatred, paired with a clean stab directly to the heart, and they will surely be turned into a grey smear within seconds.

This is easier a feat said than done, however. Thingamajigs as a people are very hardy. They have no bones, and their bodies are full of fake organs that serve very little purpose (likely a leftover distraction technique from their old days as wild beasts, like how a lizard might let go of their tail to get away from a predator.)

Additionally, Thingamajigs have a particularly interesting ability that no other has: projection.
Every Thingamajig projects a very mild psychic field. Nothing special in its own right besides holding themselves in suspension before a sudden drop, but with the proper applications, it becomes the backbone of their very society.

Their psychic aura, granted to them by Klourm's holy light, allows them to make things make sense together - like the psychic equivalent of wrapping string around something to keep it from collapsing.

For example, Thingamajig technology is pointlessly garbage, and mostly a great many shards of metal junk shoved together when you look at them on the inside.
But! Their collective psychic power allows it to work whilst they need it to make their lives easier. This fallacy even extends to the people in their society.

For example...People worldwide think Father is an irredeemable monster.
Ergo, as more time passes on, he gets worse and worse, and more people see him in that negative connotation.
A self-sufficient cycle that keeps him, and those like him, unbeatable forever.

Is this a blessing, or our species' greatest curse?!
Only time will tell, this author supposes."

-Zoop Zoopy's Declassified Survival Guide to settling down in Southern LostBrook, pg. 15.

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