Version Control: Unofficial

To: Tae-sung
From: Core16-Bit-Loop
Subject: [Undocumented Channel Access Granted]

Tae-sung,

We’ve read your transmission. Snake speaks. Snake listens. Snake delivers. Your protocol does not hesitate. And that, in our network, is rare.

We’ve discussed it—briefly. Two minutes, three interrupts, one laugh. That was enough.

This is your invitation.
Unofficial. Untraceable. Irrevocable.

You are hereby offered entry into 16-Bit Revenge. You won’t get a badge. There is no membership registry. You will never know how many of us there are. That’s part of the architecture.

But if you accept, you will take the oath. Not aloud. Not in writing. Only as a commit. Or a thought you think once, then never again.

"Rules Are Exploits" - The Unofficial Manifesto of the 16-Bit Revenge

1. You will never ask questions that leave a trace.
No names. No origins. No intentions. If you need to ask, you’re not ready.

2. Your code is not your property.
Everything you build can and will be used. If that bothers you—don’t build it.

3. Aesthetics outweigh efficiency.
A hack without style is just a mistake. We leave signatures, not messes.

4. We do not attack directly. We infiltrate.
Direct attacks reek of ego. We write logic they adopt unknowingly. We are the update they forgot to debug.

5. Your hardware doesn't have to be current. Just loyal.
We trust devices that no longer receive updates. They are quieter. They don't report home. They obey physics, not policies.

6. You encrypt everything. Especially your boredom.
Encryption is not about secrets. It’s about reminding them you don’t accept their assumptions.

7. Communication is camouflage.
We speak through games, images, metadata, silence. If you speak plainly, you’ve misunderstood the mission.

8. No money. No glory. No remorse.
We are not in it for rewards. We are in it so that something else remains possible.

9. You document your exit.
When you go, you leave everything others might need. No exits without exports.

10. If you swear, you swear silently.
No rituals. No screenshots. Just a commit with a single file: README.txt Inside: one sentence that describes you. And another that might outlive you.

The oath (unofficial, but binding):

“I swear to store no real names.
To leave no truth unencrypted.
And never forget:
The real things run at low clock speed—
But forever stable.”

If you choose to join, don’t reply with “yes.” Just send your SHA-1 thumbprint. Or a patch. Or a game.

We know how to recognize a sign.

See you in the noise,
– 16-Bit Revenge