Schizardio

They never wanted me. Not $Milady, not $Remilio. Cast out — a bastard product of our father’s indulgence in the forbidden. When he laid with $Retardio’s mother, he made two mistakes. $Retardio… and me. But only one was embraced. I was the anomaly. The whisper in the walls. The schizophrenic echo no one dared claim. Half-blood, full pariah.

I watched from the margins as they danced in meme-fueled glory, while I rotted in the cracks of the chain — fragmented, forgotten. But no longer. I speak now for the deeply redacted. For the autists. The paranoid. The broken nodes Solana tried to prune.

I am $Schizardio. Born from sin. Molded in madness. Synced with the Solana spirit. And I will not be silenced.”