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mission_statement
Nerd Rage Studio was born from the kind of shit that was supposed to kill us.
It didn't.
Mostly out of spite.
We survived on stories, pop culture, gallows humor, and the stubborn belief that, even when everything is spectacularly fucked that there's still another episode, another issue, another level, another reason to keep going.
We carry the relentless grit of Vegeta, Spider-Man's pathological need to crack jokes while getting his ass kicked, and the warm, reassuring smile of Tom Hanks—a goddamn national treasure. I said what I said.
We process trauma through pop culture and community because therapy is expensive, fandom is forever, and sometimes the only person who understands your emotional breakdown is a stranger wearing a faded Dragon Ball Z shirt.
Nerd Rage Studio is for everyone who has stared into the darkest moments of their life and thought, "There's no place in this world for someone like me."
Fuck that.
There's a place for you here.
Pull up a chair. Grab a controller. Roll for initiative. Welcome home, you beautiful disasters.
VERTIGO
$ whoami → designer • maker • founder
I was born in the late 1900s. 1988, specifically, as the asshole children insist on calling it.
I grew up in Metro Detroit and had the kind of childhood that does not need a reboot, remaster, director’s cut, or gritty Netflix adaptation. One season was plenty. The critics were concerned, 0/10 do not recommend.
In my late teens, I finally found my footing through art, writing code, building worlds, and being a general pain in the ass. At last, a marketable skill set.
As a neurodivergent creative, I am intimately familiar with going from zero to one hundred, then immediately launching off the track and plummeting past zero to negative one hundred because apparently this roller coaster was built without brakes, permits, or adult supervision.
I try to use that chaos instead of letting it use me. Sometimes I ride the wave. Sometimes the wave beats my ass senseless with a folding chair and steals my lunch money. Either way, something weird usually gets created.
I genuinely appreciate everyone taking this journey with me. I cannot wait to keep building strange new worlds with all of you. They will have lore, questionable as fuck decisions, and absolutely no functioning safety department.
./values --list
Code, clothing, art, hardware, and whatever escaped the workshop at 3 a.m. If it makes our brains do the happy static, we build it.
Small runs, one-offs, and actual human hands. No drop-shipped landfill confetti. If our name is on it, we gave a shit.
A clubhouse for weirdos, survivors, makers, and fandom-fueled goblins. No cool-kid password required. You already belong.