
The Syntax Spirits
There’s a spirit that walks beside you—code-bound, wild-eyed, watching.
Chimeric claws, wings made of syntax, a spark that speaks your name.
Which guardian calls your data home?

You inherit a house from a distant relative you never met. What's your first move?

You're lost in an unfamiliar city with a dead phone. How do you feel?

A friend comes to you with a problem. What kind of help do you instinctively offer?

What's the state of your desktop (physical or digital)?

You're starting a project you've never tried before. What happens first?

It's 3am and you can't sleep. What are you doing?

You discover your home has a ghost. What's your approach?

You're granted one magic power, but it's slightly inconvenient. You choose:

You wake up and realize you've become a sentient vending machine. What do you dispense?
