Gave birth to the bug that became a feature. Coded Mr. Dick's DNA in a night of rage and Red Bull. Rumors say she once debugged a toaster. Favorite IDE: her mind. She types faster than light and commits directly to your soul. Learn more.
Born in a meme lab, raised by hashtags. He once launched a campaign using only .gifs and solved a PR crisis with a Shrek meme. His KPIs? Laughter, confusion, and virality. If you're confused, he’s winning. Learn more.
No names. No faces. Just pixels and noir. These anonymous creatives operate from the shadows, crafting Mr. Dick’s absurd universe with suspiciously good style. Are they one person? A collective? AI hallucinations? We don't ask — we just mint. Their brushstrokes whisper secrets. Their files arrive at midnight.
