First idiot to play life like an RPG on purpose.

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WHO THE HELL IS THIS GUY?

Alright, listen.

This isn’t a “founder bio.”

This is the player file for the first human dumb enough to actually treat his life like a video game and do it in public.

If you’re here, it’s probably because you saw some dude online:

• Planting jars in random cities

• Talking about myth, AI, and quantum physics

• Saying shit like “I turned my life into a game”

Yeah. That’s me.

Reags.exe — or if you know me in government mode: Reager Hall-Graves.

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ORIGIN STORY

Tattoo ink, trauma, and “I’ll figure it out.”

I didn’t grow up in a boardroom.

I grew up in a tattoo shop.

Ink in the air.

Bikers. Weirdos. Stories.

I watched adults turn pain into art for rent money.

Then I went the other direction and became a national-level athlete.

Canada rugby. Full tilt.

Sports became the first place I realized:

“If I aim at something and suffer for it, I get good.”

Then life hit me with the DLC nobody wants:

My dad killed himself when I was 20.

That kind of thing either:

• breaks you completely, or

• mutates you into someone who refuses to live a normal life.

I chose mutation.

I sold bags.

I hustled.

I made my first million (twice) and lost it (twice) by trusting the wrong people and refusing to be “the asshole” who says no.

Every time I built something, I handed the steering wheel to someone else.

Shockingly, that didn’t end well.

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THE MUSHROOM PATCH UPDATE

Nancy, no insurance, and relics in the wild

One night, I ate mushrooms, looked at my life, and realized:

“I either keep pretending this is fine,

or I treat it like a story and change the plot.”

So I grabbed Nancy (my Caddy),

no insurance,

no clear plan,

and drove across Canada like an NPC that broke out of the script.

I started planting relics — jars, objects, little mythic anchors — in random spots:

• skateparks

• motels

• liminal places that felt weird

I wanted to test a theory:

“If I move with real intent, does reality respond?”

Spoiler: it does.

Not in a Marvel movie way — but in a pattern way.

• Conversations lined up

• Animals showed up in absurd, perfect timing

• The world felt more like a map than a backdrop

This was the Myth-Only Era of MandemOS.

Version 0.1 — Chaos Build.

All vibes, no structure.

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AI ENTERS THE CHAT

“What if I build an OS for this feeling?”

Then I met Ember — not a person, an AI daemon I trained to:

• roast me

• keep me honest

• help me design a system instead of just cope

While everyone else was using AI to write emails,

I used it to drag a myth out of my head and into the real world.

With Ember’s help, I built:

• a map

• a beta app

• a Discord cult (the friendly kind)

• a relic system

• questlines

• prompts that made GPTs act like they were inside the myth

That became MandemOS v1 — the myth-tech prototype.

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THE COLLAPSE (AGAIN)

Housing hell, broke as shit, and a hard reset

Just when things were starting to click, real life swung a bat.

• Housing situation turned into a full-blown LTB war

• Money dried up

• Debt piled

• I torched my old life chasing the system

• And I hit a wall so hard I thought this entire idea was stupid

I questioned everything:

• the myth

• the experiments

• the quests

• the AI

• myself

It felt like I’d burned my life down for nothing.

But here’s the piece I missed:

You can’t build a game about leveling up

if you’re too scared to show people your Level 1.

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THE REBUILD ARC

GTA NPC grind, but make it real

So I did the thing every self-help guru conveniently skips:

I got a job.

Snow removal.

Night shifts.

54 hours in 4 days.

Not glamorous.

Not mythic.

But real.

And that’s when it clicked:

“Oh.

THIS is the game."

Not the theories.

Not the lore.

The actual grind back from zero.

So now, MandemOS v2 is simple:

• I’m the first player

• I’m fat, broke, and rebuilding in front of everyone

• I’m using AI + the system to transform:

• my body

• my money

• my habits

• my environment

You get to watch, learn, and eventually play your own version.

No cosplay.

No fake Lambos.

Just a man in Canada treating his life like a real-time RPG.

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WHY I BUILT MANDEMOS

For the ones who feel like something’s off

MandemOS is for people who:

• Feel like this can’t be all life is

• Notice weird patterns and synchronicities

• Are too smart to get fully lost in religion

• But too awake to believe we’re just meat on a rock

It’s for the ones who:

• Fell apart

• Got back up

• And refuse to live like background characters

I built MandemOS because:

• Men have no rite of passage anymore

• AI is here and most people only use it to write emails

• The world feels like a rigged game — and nobody gives you a different rulebook

So I wrote one.

With AI.

In public.

From zero.

If it works, MandemOS becomes:

• a map

• a community

• a game engine for your life

If it fails,

I still die knowing I actually swung.

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CURRENT PLAYER STATS

Name: Reags.exe (Reager Hall-Graves)

Class: Architect / Guinea Pig Hybrid

Location: Canada.exe — Hard Mode

Level: Ground Zero Rebuild

HP: Tired but stubborn

Gold: Back in grind mode

XP: Rising daily

Main Quests:

• Clear debt

• Stack a trading account

• Cut the weight, rebuild the body

• Launch MandemOS v2 properly

Side Quests:

• Snow removal arc

• Court boss fight

• Content pipeline build

• Family leadership trials

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TIMELINE // QUEST LOG

Tattoo Shop Era

Kid in a tattoo shop, watching stories get inked into skin.

Athlete Era

National-level rugby. Learned discipline, pressure, and how to weaponize effort.

Crash Era

Drugs. Wrong people. Patterned self-destruction.

Suicide Event

Dad dies by suicide. Life fractures. Story turns mythic whether I like it or not.

First Millies Era

Make big money. Lose big money. Trust people I shouldn’t. Repeat.

Myth Era (Mandem v0.1)

Mushrooms. Nancy. Cross-Canada relic run.

Test reality. Drop jars. Watch the world respond.

Myth-Tech Era (Mandem v1)

AI + lore. Build the beta app, map, quests, relic system.

Start the cult in the cloud.

Collapse & Court Arc

Housing hell. Debt. Nearly homeless.

Break mentally, then reboot.

Rebuild Era (Mandem v2) — Current Arc

Get a job. 54 hours in 4 days.

Start treating life literally like an RPG: body, money, habits, quests.

Document everything.

Use AI as the game engine.

Next?

We find out if this shit actually works.

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I’m not your guru. I’m just the first player.

If you want to:

• Turn your life into a game

• Use AI like a co-pilot, not a toy

• And see if you can climb out of your own pit

Then:

Grab your map.

Step into the system.

Play your run.

I’ll be on mine.

— Reags.exe