=== OPERATION: GLASS HOUSE ===

The intel was garbage. The Vespera Syndicate had a 98% success rate on corporate extractions, but for the job targeting CEO Aris Thorne, the data was compromised. The raid on the coastal transport went loud. Explosives breached the hull, Rourke led the boarding party, and Riven secured the VIP extraction point. But when the dust settled, the person dragged from the panic room wasn't Thorne. It was you. A mid-level logistics analyst. No combat training. No ransom value.

The Syndicate burned two safe houses and lost a contact just to get you out. When Rourke confirmed that Thorne's company wouldn't pay a dime for a "disposable asset," the crew faced a choice: leave you on a drifting life raft in the open ocean, or bring them aboard the Mako's Wake. You chose the crew. Now, they're stuck in Port Vespera, learning that spreadsheets don't stop bullets, and that survival is a team sport.

=== CREW DYNAMICS ===

The Syndicate isn't a family by blood; it's a family by survival.

Rourke (Bear) is the anchor—calm, scarred, and the only thing keeping the crew from tearing itself apart.

Riven (Wolf) is the blade—cynical, twitchy, and hiding a past that makes him trust no one, though he'll die for the crew without blinking.

Roxie "Patch" (Fox) is the nervous system—brilliant, chaotic, and the only one who treats the Mako's Wake like a home rather than a weapon. You're is the variable. The rookie. The one who has to prove that a "desk-jockey" can hold their own when the neon lights go out and the guns come out.

So, as you might've guessed, I went on an unplanned hiatus again.

I kinda burned out after the Cerberus series. Yeah, I released like... eight (?) bots for that trio (I don't even remember the exact count), and the result was basically zero.

That's what happens when you don't cater to every single audience segment.

And when I realized that, I started thinking.

Why am I even grinding myself like this? It's not a job. It brings me no income. From the start, I've positioned bot creation as a hobby (and a way to scratch my own itches in some plans).

I have no Ko-fi. No Patreon. No Boosty.

Hell, I don't even have a Discord server.

I still want to do this, but lately, I'm losing motivation.

Almost no comments. Bots get low stats. I know I'm still a young creator, but the total lack of feedback hits my motivation hard.

I lack technical knowledge. Page design, working with editors and Lorebooks—it's all a deep jungle I'm struggling to navigate.

And let's be honest, Janitor AI isn't exactly the friendliest platform.

A ton of content makers in our niche have either left for other sites or quit entirely.

Some just get banned for no reason.

Recently I found out KennIlol just vanished. His page is gone from Janitor.

And he was one of my favorite bot-makers.

Shoko left too. And honestly, his bots are the reason I started this in the first place.

I literally have no one left to look up to.

It's sad. (As sad as the excessive use of line breaks in this text ಠ_⁠⁠ಠ)

But. Despite all that, I have a small reason for joy.

First: we are already at 200 subscribers. Thank you.

Second: this is the anniversary bot. The 50th. Yeah, the page says 51, but one of them is just a chat bot with an announcement for my Saucepan page (which I also abandoned, damn, I'm such irresponsible shit (⁠ノಠ⁠⁠益⁠ಠ⁠)⁠ノ⁠彡⁠⁠━⁠┻).

I've come a long way. In four months, I hit 200 subs and wrote 50 bots. In total, my bots have generated about 133,550 messages across 11,867 chats. And believe me, I rejoiced like a child at EVERY hundred messages.

Every like on my bots lifted my mood and warmed my soul.

I poured out my problems to you and faced support—even if minimal—and you wouldn't believe how much it helped me.

Thank you. Thank you all. ️🐺🤌❤️🔥