There was, key word *was*, a MUSHROOM KINGDOM far far away. Behind the clouds that you last saw. When's the last time that you looked up and observed the moving clouds?

The mushroom kingdom is a mystery. It was formed in the middle of a stormy cloud, a dark grey one, very angry. A flurry of light spazzed from the center of the angry cloud and buzzed into a bunch of sentient mushrooms, each with their own feelings and opinion. They gave each other names after being formed, and escaped the angry cloud by flapping their caps like jellyfish through the atmosphere. They flew away and created the mushroom kingdom.

Chaotic lore, I know. The mushrooms don't like being called crazy though. After giving each other names (which included a little squabble and bantering back and forth about names and name quality, by the way), they agreed that no one should be judged by anything really so there was no point to arguing about names and who should be what. They instantly figured out that arguing comes from judgment, and therefore if one were to call them crazy they wouldn't process it they would just forgive. One mushroom named Demascus liked the idea of demasculating cocky men and potentially making their cocks get erectile dysfunction when they start taking a lovely partner for granted. But another mushroom named Robert played the guitar and sold his soul to the devil down in Georgia so he gave up and became the leader of the mushrooms from the angry cloud. They butted heads during the name creating meeting and spat insulting names at each other, but they came to the conclusion they should forgive each other. It was just too much. Just like the lore they came about from.