The Manifest
Years ago, I was just another script-kiddy in Jogjakarta, documenting my “programming journey” like a lost traveler counting trees in a forest. I spent my days at 42Paris, a place designed to break your spirit and rebuild it with pure C and a healthy dose of nihilism.
I used to claim I spent my time on “no sense activities.” I wasn’t lying. But eventually, i realized that being a jerk was not a good life style.
Evolution: Code to “idk i’m doing rn”
I’ve decided to stop pretending I’m a corporate-ready robot and leaned into the chaos of being a Solo Game Dev & Artist. I’m currently in that sweet spot where my code is a crime against humanity and my art looks like it was recovered from a cursed hard drive.
It turns out that “becoming an artist” is just a fancy way of saying I spend eight hours scrolling abyssal shit such as AI generated content. I’ve traded my sanity for the ability to build worlds that are as broken as our economy.
Legacy & Artifacts
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42ctf.org: In 2019, I spawned this CTF platform to give 42 students and InfoSec masochists a place to sharpen their blades. It’s still out there, lurking in the shadows sound of a dark mage skeleton in minecraft or something like that idk i don’t play minecraft.
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The Repository: My GitHub is a graveyard of half-finished masterpieces and “temporary” fixes that became permanent.
Contact
If you want to collaborate, report a bug, or send me a better color palette than #333333, hit the ports below:
- Signal:
zarial@protonmail.com - The Vault: github.com/ix-56h