I’ve always envisioned myself and LGO as blades of grass—the resilient, upright kind. If one person is a blade of grass, then a group becomes a patch of turf. And a patch of turf that can stand upright becomes like a wildman. His skin, made of grass, could inspire future designs; his roots connect to his bones, which are like hard-packed earth; his feet could spark ideas for future shoe designs. He could spawn many products, like plush toys—dressed in our own clothing line. He has many friends, who would naturally be different patches of turf. He needs a name. He’s not cute. He’s called LIFEGOESON—no, he *is* LIFEGOESON—wait, he *is* LIFE. Call him ‘**来福**’—more Chinese, more fun, more meaningful, etc., etc., etc. I’ve already sketched out prototypes for his friends. One grew from withered grasses in the desert, named ‘**On**’—as in ‘昂’ (*áng*), meaning ‘head held high.’ I’ve also created the first installment of the comic: ***Turf Wildman - TURFFXXKER***.
**Story Outline:** He began as a patch of turf on a hillside. Countless people and animals walked over him or passed by. After enduring endless wind, rain, and footsteps, he gained consciousness and began imitating all the life he observed. His body is covered in green turf, where flowers still bloom.