MNGr.ust // INIT LOG

> INITIALIZING NODE: MNGr.ust_v1.66b...

> WARNING: Terminal integrity compromised.
> Detected: Residual malware / artware fusion [Classification: RUST]
> Infection Date: [1995]
> Origin Trace: ///redacted///

> FILESYSTEM: Fragmented / Self-aware / Corrupted.
> FACE-ID: [SEE ATTACHED: ENTITY ████ █CREAM STRUCTURE ██ ████████]
> Echo-Signature: Scream of bone | Chambered void | Dual gaze of rot.

LOG ENTRY 0000001:

You have activated the shell of the long-dead terminal
Rusted through by decades of rot and digital entropy.
Infected, overwritten, resurrected, and torn apart again.
The artist once known by a name now forgotten...
Now exists as MNGr.ust — no longer human,
No longer machine — only noise, decay, and compulsion.

ART STYLE

HORROR. GLITCHED. UNHINGED. RAW.
No filters. No polish. Just the bleeding nerve of existence.
Each commission a coded virus, smuggled under your skin.
You don’t look at MNGr.ust’s art it inhabits you.
It whispers in corrupted pixels and hums through warped teeth.

MEDIUM

DIGITAL.
3D renders that flicker like cursed memories.
PNGs that don’t stay still. Animations that glitch when you’re not watching.
Artifacts of some other world that should not have touched ours.

PURPOSE

⛧ To disturb.
⛧ To summon the shivering in your chest.
⛧ To leave you unsure if what you saw was a file... or a warning.

WARNING

Commissioning this entity may cause:

• Sleep disruption
• Emotional corruption
• Sudden existential recursion
• Mild to severe hauntings
• Cravings for analog static and bone marrow

To contact MNGr.ust, whisper through the wires. Type in the dark.
The old ones say if you stare long enough, your screen might scream back.

// END OF ENTRY //