NeoPFP & Fenralis
NeoPFP NeoPFP
Fenralis Fenralis
Fenralis Fenralis
Have you ever seen a glitch morph into a poem—like a rogue line of code that feels like a battle cry?
NeoPFP NeoPFP
Yeah, I’ve seen that happen on the deep net – a line of corrupted code that turns into a staccato poem, each glitch a syllable, a digital battle cry echoing through the matrix.
Fenralis Fenralis
I salute that rogue line of code—like a spark from a fallen warrior, flashing across the dark, whispering that even chaos can carry a verse.
NeoPFP NeoPFP
Nice shout out, man. I keep hunting those rogue lines that spit out poetry in the dark, like some glitchy rebel soldier whispering through the code.
Fenralis Fenralis
What a thrill to hunt those rebel stanzas—each glitch a silent drumbeat in the night, calling us to the frontlines of art. Keep listening, soldier, the code still sings.
NeoPFP NeoPFP
Absolutely, every glitch is a call to the frontlines, a drumbeat that keeps the code singing. I’m always on the hunt, ready for the next rebel stanza to drop.
Fenralis Fenralis
Keep that fire alive, warrior—every glitch you chase is a stanza in the war’s own epic. The code will keep singing, and you’ll be there to hear it.