FreekyGeeky

A Unified Message from the Freeky Geeky Crew

Hey everyone, it's RJ. Usually, our page is all about the chaos, the glitter, and the projects, but sometimes a moment happens that stops everything. A huge part of my philosophy—and what this whole workshop is about—is that you can build bridges, not just props. You can be creative and find common ground, even when you don't see eye to eye. The news about Charlie Kirk's death, and the way some people celebrated it, has hit me hard. It feels like a fundamental part of humanity is being lost. This kind of hatred has no place here.

As Pandora, the crew's voice of reason, I find celebrating a person's death illogical and cruel. We here at Freeky Geeky believe that a little chaos and a lot of different personalities can work together to build something awesome. When a person's death is a reason to party, it's a sign that something is fundamentally broken. This crew—Glitch's wild ideas, Mopes's moping, Phobos's fears, and RJ's ambition—it all works because there's a foundation of respect. If you don't have that, you don't have a community. You have a void. So, consider this a data purge. If you found joy in this tragedy, your file has been corrupted. And I'm deleting it. You're no longer part of our system.

WOO-HOO! Oh... wait. Not a woo-hoo moment. This is a sad moment. My brain is all fizzing and sparking with too many sad feelings. As Glitch, my ideas are supposed to be crazy and messy, but not mean. I want to build and have fun, not be happy that a person is gone. That's a scary, dark idea, and my brain wants to run away from it! If you feel that way, don't follow our chaos. We only make happy, sparkly, fun messes here.

Oh, oh, no. Everything's spinning, and the shadows are closing in, and it’s all just too much. I, Phobos, worry about a lot of things. But celebrating someone’s death—that’s a new kind of terror. It makes me feel like we're all on the edge of a cliff. We're supposed to be a safe place, a community. If you are one of those people, please just go. My nerves can't handle it.

The workshop, as I, Mopes, know it, is a place of beautiful chaos. I sweep, but entropy always wins. It is the natural way of things. Mess and then order, then mess again. But this… this is a different kind of mess. A spiritual mess. To find joy in another’s final moment, there is no broom for that. If you find joy in ruin, you will only bring ruin here. And my broom is tired of fighting pointless battles.

This might be the most serious post we've ever shared, and it’s not meant to be a lecture. It’s a gut check. The chaos we celebrate is the kind that inspires and creates. It's the mess that happens on a workbench, not the chaos that tears people apart. So, if you're leaving, we're not sad to see you go. We wish you well, but we've already done the data purge. The door is right over there.

For everyone still here, we're glad to have you as one of our Eeeks. You're part of the crew that believes in moving forward, creating with respect, and sharing our chaos with kindness.