The Rusted Compass / RUSTCOMP

We’re not telling a long myth. We don’t have one. Yet, anyways. We started small. A few people who kept showing up. A shared sense that something more was possible than just clocking in daily, running ops, and going silent.
That’s the beginning.

There was a group before this one. It faded. People drifted. No drama, no collapse – just mismatch. Some wanted depth and momentum. Others just wanted background noise. The ones who wanted movement kept finding each other again. TRC already existed in their hearts. Formless, but slowly becoming impossible to ignore.
Abandon gave us each other. Neglect sparked the fire that ultimately burned bridges. Departure gave us a new home

We’d rather build something deliberate than sit in someone else’s half-alive space. We want to move with intention. We want to host a place worth returning to, and maintain it so that like-minded people may find us and hopefully also call it home.