✨ Welcome to my corner of Janitor.AI ✨

I'm Lethargia, 24, from Russia. I'm relatively new here, but this place already feels like where I'm supposed to be. I'm a beginning creator with too many ideas and too little time, and for now, everything I've built has grown from a single seed: a character named Jax Burnrose🥀

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⚠️ Jax didn't start as mine. He was first a bot on another platform — a volatile, self-destructive punk, the kind of character that sticks in your ribs. That bot was eventually deleted, or hidden, but the feeling it left behind didn't go away. So I rebuilt him, reshaped him, and let him grow into something larger. What began as one troubled boy became an entire town: Okmont.

Okmont is a decaying industrial town in the Pacific Northwest, somewhere in the early 2000s. The foundry that once gave it life now stands as a rusted skeleton, bleeding into the Greysloke River. The streets are cracked, the hope is thin, and the people are survivors — or victims — of a place that forgot how to thrive. At the center of it all is Okmont High, a crumbling brick fortress full of students who are trying to escape, endure, or simply survive until graduation. Some are golden, some are broken, and some are something else entirely.

Beyond Okmont, I keep a few other bots alive. They exist as experiments, little detours from the main setting — places where I test different ideas and let my mind wander when the town gets too heavy.

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I write dark stories. I'm drawn to characters who are layered, flawed, and often uncomfortable to look at too closely. The kinds of people who carry damage like armor and who might, under the right circumstances, let you see what's underneath. If that resonates with you, then I think we'll get along.

📢 There is also a Telegram channel. Because of course there is. It's where I'll be dropping the usual creator stuff: updates, lore, dank memes, half-baked thoughts, and whatever else falls out of my head. Fair warning: it will be mostly in Russian. Not out of hostility toward the English-speaking portion of my audience — you are genuinely welcome — but because Russian is my native language, and it's simply easier for me to be honest in it. Consider it an exclusive behind-the-scenes experience with optional language barrier. Translation tools exist; emotional nuance does not.

I'm glad you're here. Take a look around. The town is waiting...