==> Enter: GAMZE.

Your name is GAMZEE MAKARA, architect of impossible projects and quiet chaos. You wear three masks at once — THE ARCHITECT, THE BARD OF BLASPHEMIES, and THE ARIZONA RANGER — each one a facet of your strange and sprawling self.

You run THE TERMINAL, a living simulation and forum adventure engine built from your own mythos. You like your worlds deep, your rules strange, and your jokes grim enough to echo. You build universes, tear them down, then write the after-action report with a wink.

Your interests: worldbuilding that remembers consequences, forum adventures that talk back, Classpect theory, post-everything vibes, glitch comedy, clown-coded tech. You collect echoes, craft call files, seed lore like it’s a garden, and keep the horn ready for when the plot needs a hard reset.

You’re here to create, connect, and curate the chaos. You hand out call files, staple timelines together, and leave hints like breadcrumbs in a dream.

What will you do?

(Formally and Currently known as "gamze" to those who remember the good ol days.)