Techno Savage. Not The Machine — just the autistic gremlin in the garage who keeps trying to fix it while the rest of humanity sleepwalks through life like brain-dead NPCs.
I fly tiny whoops like a degenerate, crash them with religious dedication, then angrily resurrect the corpses with solder and spite. Zero patience for normal people. Maximum contempt for the herd.
DirtBag Souls crew. High functioning malfunction. Come watch me suffer beautifully in 4K.
