We believe in ourselves fully and without apology, showing up, standing tall, and taking ownership as we face the Distorter in the mirror. We respect our trauma but don’t worship it — our pain is part of our story, not the author of our fate, and while we carry our wounds, we never let them drive the car. We make the coldest, dopest music possible; or at least what we think is. If it’s software, we learn it, if it’s a sound, we find it, because this isn’t a hobby Ma’am, Sir, Bro, Sis. We don’t pusi-foot; we move with intention, force, and clarity, knowing the Distorter thrives in hesitation, so we refuse to hesitate. The Distorter has territory but not dominion — it can talk, whisper, and distort, but it cannot run our life. We box it, outpace it, outgrow it, turn down the static, and push the signal forward. And through it all, we don’t use our circumstances as permission to hurt people, because being human is hard for everybody, and struggle is never an excuse to disrespect others; we rise without stepping on the just, heal without harming, and carry ourselves with integrity even when life gets grimy.