The completely unserious origin story of Universal Retarded Studio. A tale of memes, bad decisions, and the pursuit of digital absurdity.
The Genesis
In the year of our Lord 2025, the great Meme Deity whispered to a gamer mid-stroke: 'Make a coin. Make it stupid. Let them come.'
The Awakening
And so it came to pass that the first line of bad code was written. Angels wept, senior developers cringed, and a new era of digital absurdity was born.
The Gathering
From the darkest corners of Discord they came. The pixel pushers, the shitposters, the ones who thought 'this is so dumb it might work.' They were right about the first part.
The Token
And lo, $URS was forged in the fires of a MacBook running at 100°C. 'It has no utility,' they said. 'That's the utility,' we replied, and they were confused, as was our plan.
The Games
Games were created not to be fun, but to be experiences that make you question your life choices. The first player said, 'This is terrible.' We put that on the website.
The Prophecy
It is written that one day, when the moon is high and the brain cells are low, Universal Retarded Studio will create something accidentally good. On that day, we will immediately ruin it.
The Sacred Oath
"We solemnly swear to never take ourselves seriously, to embrace the absurd, and to make games that are so bad they loop back around to being entertaining. This is our creed. This is the way of the Retarded."