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Welcome to the official page of Freeky Geeky, where the only limit is your imagination... and maybe the laws of physics (we haven't quite cracked those yet). We're a team of passionate creators, led by RJ, a master fabricator with a knack for turning wild ideas into reality. Along with his trusty sidekicks, Glitch (the embodiment of ADHD chaos) and Pandora (the voice of reason... sometimes), they bring you a unique blend of humor, creativity, and mind-blowing projects. And lurking in the shadows is Phobos, the embodiment of anxiety and fear. He's a jittery, easily startled figure who's always on the lookout for potential disasters. But beneath his nervous exterior lies a desire to protect, to warn, to keep us all safe from the dangers he perceives, even if those dangers only exist in his overactive imagination. And just when you think things are getting too chaotic, Mopey, the resident pessimist, arrives to bring us all back down to earth with a healthy dose of doom and gloom. He's a master of sarcasm, a connoisseur of negativity, and a firm believer that everything is pointless... but in a funny way, of course. Mind-blowing projects: From transforming rusty junk into epic creations to building fantastical props and gadgets, we're always pushing the boundaries of what's possible. A healthy dose of chaos: Glitch makes sure things never get boring. Expect the unexpected, with a side of rubber chickens and random tangents. Engaging content: We love to interact with our followers, so join the conversation, share your own creations, and let's spread the chaos together! Exclusive behind-the-scenes: Get a glimpse into the creative process, the workshop shenanigans, and the occasional explosion (don't worry, we have safety goggles). Join the Freeky Geeky community! Follow us for a daily dose of inspiration, laughter, and a reminder that sometimes, the best things in life are a little bit... freeky.

06/10/2026

Steve: Behold! The vault doors of the workshop archives groan open once more! An auditory tempest from our storied past breaks containment to test the mortal airwaves!

Glitch: WOO-HOO! Oh, man, I love this track! Every single time we cue up "Cranium Chaos Flow," my brain feels like it just chugged twelve cupcakes! The bounce! The chaos! It never gets old!

Phobos: Oh no, oh no, no no no—we survived releasing it the first time, why are we blasting it into everyone's ears again?! That track has zero chill! It is statistically terrifying for anyone with a nervous system!

Mopes: ...they hear the rhythm... the bass hits... they think the noise will last forever... But the track ends... the volume drops... and the silence comes back... It always comes back...

Pandora: Ugh, whatever. Look, gloomster, silence can wait. And Phobos, relax—nobody's nervous system is exploding over a sixty-second teaser. We're just giving people a quick taste so they go pull up the full track on streaming.

RJ: Pretty much. That song is basically the soundtrack to my brain throwing a 3 AM temper tantrum. If I had to live with it echoing around my skull, the least everyone else can do is stream the madness on their own speakers.

Steve: And so, dreamers, the invitation stands! Step into the delirium, let the rhythm seize you, and seek out the full madness wherever your music is spun!

CRANIUM CHAOS FLOW is running on the studio feed! 🎧⚙️

Tell us in the comments, Eeks: Are your gears holding together today, or does your brain feel like this track on loop? 👇

03/10/2026

Glitch: WOO-HOO! Did you see it?! Did you watch the video up there?! Gary and I watched the whole thing three times! Did you see when the light went through it?! Was that your favorite part?! It was my favorite part! What are you waiting for?! Go get in line right now! Go go go!

Pandora: Glitch, please stop yelling at the Eeks.

I apologize for him. He’s been pacing by my desk since the clip exported.

If you made it through Steve treating forty seconds of macro footage like a Broadway debut, the list for the V3 Bar Graph is officially open. Spots get fulfilled in the exact order they're claimed as each batch comes off the bench.

Glitch: WAIT! But where is the bench?! Is it the shop bench?! Are we staying up all night?! ARE WE MAKING THEM AT THE HOUSE?! CAN GARY HELP WITH ARTS AND CRAFTS AT THE KITCHEN TABLE?! :O

Phobos: The kitchen table?! With resin dust and wet paint next to the dining chairs?! What if someone spills the acrylic wash on the floor?! What if the dog eats a bar graph?! This is a cross-contamination nightmare! We are not zoned for household crafting!

Mopes: It doesn't matter where you assemble them. Shop bench, kitchen table, the living room floor... all plastic eventually succumbs to entropy and returns to dust. At least the vacuum will clean up the glitter this time. Maybe.

Pandora: Everyone stop talking. Right now.

Nobody is getting poisoned, Glitch is not allowed near the scissors, and shop hours are completely safe. The whole batch is being prepped and detailed at the house during family craft time, which means regular shop builds don't get delayed by a single second.

Steve: Hark, mortal travelers! To claim your place in the chronicle, you must journey into our workshop's digital sanctum, seek out the sacred Quest Board upon our grand website, and—

Pandora: Or you could literally just tap the link right here and skip his entire side quest:

👉 https://forms.fillout.com/t/6X2s2v8FGPus

Pick your build spec, claim your spot on the bench schedule, and let's get back to work.

Pandors: Ugh, I swear taking Glitch anywhere in public is genuinely an extreme sport. You literally cannot turn your hea...
28/09/2026

Pandors: Ugh, I swear taking Glitch anywhere in public is genuinely an extreme sport. You literally cannot turn your head for two seconds without him completely derailing because he spotted something shiny. We’re standing in a parking lot, and he locks eyes on this fan van and just flatlines. Staring at the logo like it's the eighth wonder of the world.

Like, it's totally cool seeing one out in the wild. But now I have to spend the next three hours trying to get him to calm down.

Pandora: All right, the terminal is locked down, the rogue Ion Arm drops are officially over, and I have revoked Glitch’...
24/09/2026

Pandora: All right, the terminal is locked down, the rogue Ion Arm drops are officially over, and I have revoked Glitch’s admin privileges. Order is restored.

Now, let's address the workshop: RJ’s truck is still out of commission, which means his CNC mill upgrades are completely stalled. Because of that, there are definitely some projects on the backlog list that are suffering right now. His main focus is still grinding through that backlog and pushing the trap run forward, but a few things managed to cross the finish line like Some overdue Wonka holsters that were finally knocked off the quest log featureing regular V-hook And powder-coated version.

Glitch: WOO-HOO! And then I grabbed the steering wheel! I said, "RJ, forget the list, let's completely update the profile of the leather belt fobs right this second!"

Pandora: Yes, his ADHD muppet initiated a side quest. But it actually resulted in a perfectly dialed-in fob shape. More importantly, though, we finally had a massive breakthrough on the Freeky Geeky bargraphs.

Phobos: A breakthrough?! Are you sure?! The V1 and V2 clear covers were a mounting nightmare! Are the tolerances actually secure, or is the cover going to spontaneously detach?!

Pandora: They are locked in, Phobos. The new V3 bargraphs have their own slight modifications, but working through Section 3 of the trap run actually sparked the solution for mounting the clear lens. Cracking that specific problem ended up unlocking the absolute best way to mount the entire bargraph to the thrower. It all tied together.

Mopes: V1 fades... V2 turns to dust... V3 rises, shiny and new... only to eventually meet the exact same fate...

Pandora: Thank you, Mopes. Very comforting. For everyone else: there will be a pre-sign up coming very soon for the V3s. This round, we aren't just offering the standard kits—we are ALSO offering finished, prop-ready editions that come fully painted and ready to mount.

But for now i'm going Back to damage control, because RJ has been subsisting entirely on caffeine and aluminum dust for the last six hours, and if I don't get him to put actual food in front of him, his brain metrics are going to completely tank.

...Pandora finally took the keyboard back.She caught Glitch. She unplugged the terminal, locked the accounts, and restor...
23/09/2026

...Pandora finally took the keyboard back.

She caught Glitch. She unplugged the terminal, locked the accounts, and restored order. Phobos has stopped vibrating in the recycle bin. The workshop is quiet again.
..almost quiet.

Glitch made quite a mess before he was contained. Metal shavings everywhere. Packaging paper untamed on the floor. And in the corner of the workbench... behind the empty bins... he left one behind.

Just one.

The 80% scaled Ion Arm. Not the full-sized heroes everyone fights over. Not the standard geometry. Just the smaller one. The lesser one. It seems fitting, somehow... that when the rush ends and the noise fades, entropy leaves behind the exact thing people wanted least.

Smaller mass. Less surface area for the grime to cling to. It reaches the end state twenty percent faster than the rest of them. That is not failure. That is just efficiency.

I am listing it on the store now.

Perhaps someone has a smaller pack. Perhaps someone wants to rescue it from the shelf before the ambient humidity and shop grime make it a permanent part of the bench. I do not expect much. Most things sit until they belong to the room.
..still. The sweeping must be done. The listing must be posted.

It is there, if you care to look.

(Cue sweeping, dramatic orchestral swell)BEHOLD! The tapestry of fate continues to weave itself in the glowing crucible ...
23/09/2026

(Cue sweeping, dramatic orchestral swell)

BEHOLD! The tapestry of fate continues to weave itself in the glowing crucible of the Freeky Geeky workshop!

While the weary Guardian of Shadows fought valiantly to bar the digital gates, the irrepressible spirit of chaos could not be denied! With a laugh that shook the very rafters, the Blue-Haired Trickster struck once more, breaching the inner vaults and casting yet another legendary artifact into the open market!

Witness the pinnacle of 1984 alignment! The Classic Hero Ion Arm — configured for the master architects of paranormal containment themselves, Egon and Ray!

Cast aside the offset anomalies and the wandering geometries of lesser designs! This is the true, unyielding standard—pure, symmetrical, and forged in the fires of absolute cinematic history! No tedious spec sheets shall sully this grand unveiling, for true greatness speaks for itself!

And heed this, travelers of the digital frontier: there is but ONE! A singular relic of immense proportion, ripped from the secret archives and thrust into the light!

The portal is open! The drama unfolds in real-time! Make haste to the Freeky Geeky Emporium before the grand narrative shifts once again!

Oh no. Oh no no no. Please tell me this isn't live yet.Glitch got back to the keyboard. I tried to block the monitor, bu...
22/09/2026

Oh no. Oh no no no. Please tell me this isn't live yet.

Glitch got back to the keyboard. I tried to block the monitor, but I don't have legs, and he just slid right under my cloak! He found the one extra Venkman arm RJ had hidden in the back of the drawer. The 1984 one. And he just... put it on the storefront! Without asking!

Do you know what happens when you list a quantity of one? People get mad! What if two people click it at the exact same time and the inventory system catches on fire? Statistically, listing a single highly sought-after prop part increases the chance of a comment section riot by at least 600 percent!

Please don't fight over it. Please? If someone could just go buy it quietly and quickly so it's out of the system before RJ realizes his stash is gone, my chest might stop feeling so tight.

Head to our Emporium to find it. I am going to go hide in the recycle bin now until the notification goes away.

HELLO EEKS! GLITCH HERE! So, I was watching Pan-Pan do her whole serious reporter thing the other night when she listed ...
21/09/2026

HELLO EEKS! GLITCH HERE!

So, I was watching Pan-Pan do her whole serious reporter thing the other night when she listed those other metal arms, and it hit me—Snig-ul-de-pigal-pop! If she gets to hijack the storefront, THEN I GET A TURN TOO! It is only fair!

RJ was hoarding 2 of these super shiny 1984 Winston Ion Arms on his workbench. I don't even know what a spec is, and I am definitely NOT making a boring bulleted list! All you need to know is they are exactly the right shape and they are extremely shiny! Gary agrees! Gary is my rubber chicken, and he has excellent taste in shiny metal objects!

I mashed all the right buttons and put them on the store myself! We are doing BUSINESS today!

Quick! Go grab one before RJ realizes his secret stash is missing or Pan-Pan catches me and changes the Wi-Fi password again! WOO-HOO!

https://www.shopfreekygeeky.net/emporium?store-page=Ion-Arm-Winstons-p866267936&category=0

I literally had to stage an intervention on the workbench.RJ has been hoarding these like an anxious dragon guarding a p...
20/09/2026

I literally had to stage an intervention on the workbench.

RJ has been hoarding these like an anxious dragon guarding a pile of aluminum stock, insisting he was “saving them back for something important.” For what? I checked the logs. Nobody knows. It was so long ago that the dust on these ion arms had its own zip code.

Anyway, I value actual bench real estate more than his emotional attachment to unlisted inventory, so I took matters into my own hands.

There are officially three Afterlife Extended Ion Arms live on the storefront right now. Not four. Three.

Here is why you want one:
Extended Profile: That longer Afterlife hero stance, straight out of the box.
Flush Welds: Welds already ground smooth so you do not have to spend your Saturday inhaling aluminum dust.
Pre-Cut Switch Slot: Machined cleanly to drop your toggle switch right in.
Accurate Hole Placement: Brass fitting holes drilled in the "exact", "verified reference locations".

Once these three find homes, my bench space is restored, and RJ can go back to staring at the empty table wondering where his stash went.

Snag one before he changes his mind and tries to hide them behind the laser cutter.

https://www.shopfreekygeeky.net/emporium?store-page=Ion-Arm-After-Life-p809253601&category=0

Steve: Behold! The Freeky Geeky workshop! Where props are forged, chaotic algorithms collide, and grand sagas are carved...
18/09/2026

Steve: Behold! The Freeky Geeky workshop! Where props are forged, chaotic algorithms collide, and grand sagas are carved from ordinary midnight hours!

Pandora: And by "grand saga," Steve means it’s 3:14 AM, RJ is staring at a Sugar Pixel instead of sleeping, and half the internet still thinks diabetes comes from eating too many cupcakes...

Phobos: The telemetry! Is the signal holding?! Did the receiver drop?! Statistically, sudden nocturnal downward arrows have a one hundred percent probability of ruining my peace of mind!

Pandora: Deep breath phobos, She’s stable at 112.

RJ: Unless you live in a Type 1 home, you really only see the surface. You don’t see the unseen Work,

The Manual Pancreas: Type 1 is an autoimmune condition, not a lifestyle result. The immune system attacked its own insulin-producing cells and permanently took the organ offline. It’s never "just eat less sugar". It means manually steping in as an internal organ 24/7—calculating carbs down to the gram, dosing insulin with precision, and running external biological life support.

The Unbroken Night Shift: The world goes to sleep, but a Type 1 home never truly does. It’s alarms shattering the dark at 3:00 AM, juice boxes standing ready on the nightstand, and parents staring at telemetry screens in the quiet of the night, waiting for a plunging arrow to finally level out before anyone can close their eyes.

The 24/7 Mental Calculus: It’s accounting for growth spurts, excitement, stress, adrenaline, illness, and even the weather—variables that send blood sugars spiraling without warning. There are no weekends, no holidays, and no sick days from the math.

Steve: Indeed! For behind every bright smile and every milestone conquered, an unseen watch stands guard against the rogue biology!

RJ: You don't see the site changes, the finger-sticks, or the quiet weight these kids and families carry every single day. But they show up, they adapt, and they conquer it anyway.

To every T1D warrior wearing their tech like armor, and every parent running the midnight telemetry—we see you.💙

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