[start ID: a screenshoot of a Tumblr post which has clearly been edited to be by q!maxo and reads: for the end of purgatory i'm blowing it up with my nuke sayonara you weeaboo shits /End ID.]
qMaxo is canonically dead btw. ccMaxo said qMaxo decided to stay on Purgatory and not go back to Quesadilla Island. ccMaxo will come back to QSMP with other characters, but qMaxo is dead.
There's SO FUCKING MUCH going on in the QSMP with the eggs, the dragon, whatever Dark is, appearing for Leonarda and possibly being the same monster as Quackity's vision after Tilín's death. It possibly being what kills the eggs when the parents don't cime within a day, as BBH pointed out, it's weird that they just die like that, they're getting hunted
Cucurucho. In general. And his apparent rivalry with the angel, telling Maxo not to trust him. Spying on everyone even more now. Watching Slime sleep, watching the group of Maxo, BBH and Foolish as they try and piece together the truth. Him showing Slime footage of his daughter getting killed
The angel telling Slime to pick between bringing back Flipa or Tilín and him choosing Tilín hoping Quackity won't find out
Maxo wanting to make a church to bring his son Trump back, but not trusting Cucurucho, telling him this better not be a joke and Cucurucho laughing at him. Maxo fearing he might become a robot like Luzu, because nobody knows who the fuck messed with Luzu
All the parents of dead eggs are getting desperate, violent, vengeful and also closer to the truth
The eggs are most likely the lotus flower from Quackity's twitter dns. Keeping the players docile and complacent as long as they're there. The ones with dead eggs are swinging towards the other end of the spectrum
Whoever is controlling the whole island experiment also has letters, which mention something about Fabergé eggs (irl a set if 69 artisanal easter eggs for the russian tzar) and how many of them can be shipped out within a week. So the eggs we know are possibly not the only ones and whoever is running this whole thing is purposely sending out new ones
And also something about sheep's blood for potions... Because it's in style?? I don't even know where the letters came from, tbh
Translation:
Kind regards
Let's go back to the XVI century! We need to make a price quotation for sheep's blood. This last fashion trend in magic formulas should be of upmost importance for the laboratory. Yes, we already know that modern budgets almost never include sheep's blood, but this is what our fashion trends seem to require.
With appreciation, we wish to receive your commercial proposals as soon as possible. We thank your great collaboration in advance in preparing the price quotations for us
Max looked in the mirror, sighing through his nose. Of course his hair wasn't cooperating with him, no matter how hard he tried. His hair falls around his face, and he huffs, blowing some of it away. Just as he's about to give up, someone's hands find his hair.
He pouts, looking in the reflection again to see Pierre. "You're not supposed to see me before the ceremony."
Pierre laughs quietly, grabbing the hair tie from Maxo's hand and pulling his hair up into a bun. "Well, excuse me for sneaking away from my party to see you, then."
When he was done, he kissed Maxo's cheek, arms wrapping around his middle. His chin was tucked on Maxo's shoulder, and Pierre had a soft smile on his face. "You ready?"
Maxo takes a moment, breathes, then smiles. Yeah, he's ready. He nods.
as much as i'm gonna miss q!maxo, i'm... really happy cc!maxo made the appropriate narrative decision and decided to end his character's story the way he did — he was just a man who tried his best, and ultimately failed to accomplish anything he tried so desperately to do. he tried, he loved, he lost, he loved some more, he died. that's it.
for q!maxo it's finally finding peace, and for everyone else it'll be the slow realization that even if everyone else comes back... q!maxo didn't. and the days, weeks, months will pass and eventually they'll have to face the fact that he's gone. his home will always be empty. sofia will never be fixed. someone else will have to clean little trump's grave because his parents are both gone now.
there's never going to be closure for q!maxo's friends. he was alive, then a bomb went off and now he's not. that's it — the cold truth of life, that it's fleeting and precious. one moment their friend existed, then he didn't, and there's nothing they can do.
people talk a lot about how the eggs being "mortal" i.e. not respawning adds stakes to the story and i personally am not a fan of that concept, but... my god, player death always changes the game. maxo changed the game, in just about every way at every turn. we wouldn't have the qsmp the same way we do if he hadn't been on that train and kickstarted the most important lore we've ever had.
so, today, i'm keeping q!maxo in my thoughts (and listening to "can't catch me now"). he did his best, and sometimes that's enough.