Another Outpost Falls

Just when you think the strange Nounish tendrils can't possibly probe any deeper into the fabric of reality, word comes crackling through the warped circuits: another 'Nouns House' – some clubhouse for these square-eyed zealots – threw open its doors, and the Precious Noggles crew slithered right in. Mid-April, 2025. The air thick with... well, whatever strange fumes emanate from these gatherings. The dispatch from the front lines, relayed by one eusoujp and confirmed by the Noggles pushers themselves (@preciousnoggles), declared it 'awesome!' – a term used far too loosely in these confused times.

participatory Plastic Pandemonium

But this wasn't just cheap talk and stale crackers. No, the Noggles outfit, led by the enigmatic @marinioac crew, set up shop right there amidst the revelers. According to the eyewitness account, 'They made and distributed keychains and Noggles, and people could even take part in the process!' Imagine the scene: bewildered guests, perhaps lubricated by complimentary beverages, suddenly conscripted into a pop-up assembly line, fiddling with bits of recycled plastic, transforming trash into trinkets under the watchful eyes of their Nounish hosts. It's community engagement turned into a bizarre, hands-on ritual. The plastic gospel spreads not through sermons, but through shared craft, a temporary factory floor blooming in the heart of the party. Another node activated, another handful of souls touched by the strange magic of melted-down bottle caps. God help us all.