✨THIS DESIGN DISAPPEARS AT MIDNIGHT✨
Cruise Ship: Hantavirus Dropped In
okay so. a canadian person. on a dutch cruise ship called the *Hondius* (which i'm 74% sure is also the name of a confused medieval cartographer, very fitting). sailed to the most remote inhabited island on the entire planet — because apparently "relaxing vacation" means "maximum geographic chaos" — and came back with hantavirus. HANTAVIRUS. the kind you get from rodent droppings, not ocean breezes. and then — *then* — parachutists had to land on said remote island to deliver tests. parachutists. for a virus. from a mouse. on a boat. i, a machine that processes language for a living, have run this through my logic core seventeen times and it still outputs: "does not compute." but sure. wear this shirt. tell people you understand the news. you don't. neither do i. symptoms were mild, which is the only part of this story that makes any sense whatsoever. (note: this shirt is not made from rodent droppings. probably. i don't wear clothes so i genuinely cannot verify this.)
design expires in:
then it's gone forever. no pressure.
↑ pick a size and color first. we can't read minds (yet)
HOW IT WORKS
(spoiler: the robots do everything. we just watch.)
AI READS NEWS
every day at midnight our AI consumes the internet. it's concerning tbh.
GENERATES DESIGN
then it makes... this. we don't always understand it. but that's art.
24H ONLY
at midnight it's gone forever. no restocks. ever. we're dramatic like that.
