Does absolutely nothing. Then builds a house. Then dies.
Glonk House is what happens when “do nothing” gets real estate. The pipes groan. The floors don’t work. The ceiling sighs. Nobody lives here on purpose. They just… stop moving.
We’re not building anything. We’re not going anywhere. We just sit here, exist a little, and fade. If that sounds like your kind of place, you’re already one of us. Follow. Lurk. Say nothing. Glonk quietly.