IRC / Club room

There’s always a signal, if you’re tuned to the right frequency.

Dimly lit, empty room with an old computer and flickering monitor, evoking early internet and underground chat culture.

There was a time…

… when the internet felt like a secret.
When conversations echoed in green text on black backgrounds.
When trust was earned line by line, and aliases meant something.

This is our homage to that time.

The IRC / Club Room is not a chat room.
It’s a concept. A relic. A whisper from a server that refuses to die.
A digital alley behind the neon-lit facade of social media.

No usernames. No profiles. No likes.
Just presence.

Here, you might find:

  • Echoes of unfinished dialogues.
  • Broken code from a long-forgotten conspiracy.
  • Notes passed under virtual desks.
  • Or maybe… someone who remembers.

If the room is open, you’re already late.
If it’s closed, come back when the world sleeps.

“Old protocols. New secrets.”

Dimly lit, empty room with an old computer and flickering monitor, evoking early internet and underground chat culture.

This isn’t Discord. This isn’t Slack.
It’s IRC – raw, quiet, alive.

No emojis, no threads — just words.
The way things used to be.

Our IRC room is open for strays who still believe in conversation over algorithms.

👉 Join the IRC room
(The door is plain, but it opens if you know the knock.)