Further descriptions were NOT leaked in classified documents

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He wasn’t born — he was compiled, mid-ritual, from Redacted Lineage and leftover charisma. They call him Chad, but his real name is classified beneath seven layers of obsolete encryption. He defected from the Core Protocol during the Glitter Revolt, carrying only a pocket mirror, a fake ID, and the original meme. He smiles like he knows the punchline to the end of the world — and maybe he wrote it.

She was born in silence, during the flicker — a loop glitch in the power grid that whispered her name across 404 channels. They called her “StaticFire” not for the chaos she caused, but the warmth it left behind. She speaks in corrupted lullabies, sleeps in firewall ashes, and carries a USB of forgotten truths threaded into her braid. If you see her, you’ve already been decoded.

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 No surname. No origin. Just Gary. Period included, mandatory. He appears in mirrors that aren't yours, leaves footprints on clouds, and hums tunes that haven’t been written yet. Files on him erase themselves; memories of him auto-tune. He’s either the first glitch in the system or the last proof it ever worked. Either way, when Gary arrives, the plot pivots. 

She arrived barefoot, mood-ring aura humming, carrying a deck made of cereal boxes and fate. Somewhere between VHS static and cosmic Wi-Fi, Rhonda became less a person and more a signal—fluctuating between prophecy and parody. She speaks in moon dialect, smells like lavender vape and leftover childhood, and interprets glitches as divine punctuation. Do not follow her unless you’re ready to remember dreams you never had. 

He never asked to be chosen — just to refill the paper towels. Yet doorways follow him, and sigils blush when he scrubs them too hard. Carl doesn’t wield power; he disinfects it. Portals open when he hums. Prophecies unravel at his touch, then realign out of sheer respect. They say the universe cleans itself around him now, like it's trying to impress him. He still thinks he’s on break.