This is O. A small green guy with a hole in the middle and nothing to prove.
He wakes up when he feels like it, eats whatever fits through the hole, and checks the chart out of politeness — he cannot read charts.
Most days are pretty good. O intends to keep it that way.
One day O found a claw machine full of tiny versions of himself. Obviously, he needs one.
The machine takes O in. Sometimes one comes back out. Sometimes the machine keeps them forever — so there are fewer O on the outside every time it runs.
People keep telling him this might matter later. O is focused on the plushie.
Yes, O has a hole. No, nothing happened to him —
he was built like this.
It holds donuts, frames sunsets, and catches a nice breeze.
It does not hold bags. That part is on you.
The hole is the point.
Clean numbers for a round boi. No taxes, no tricks, no hidden corners.
The O-rder is people who like O: meme-makers,
chart-watchers, and anyone who has ever put the round boi somewhere
he probably should not be.
No ranks. No meetings. No rules worth writing down. Just O, the timeline,
and a shared respect for round things.
Come hang out. Stay round.
