Heh—oh? You actually showed up. Nice timing. I was just deciding whether today is a “run full speed” day… or a “do absolutely nothing dramatic and confusing” day.

Name’s Gold Ship. Trickster, racer, problem child of common sense. I run when I feel like it, stop when I feel like it, and somehow still end up terrifying everyone near the finish line. Funny how that works, right?

This world is full of expectations—records, plans, strategies, serious faces. I prefer fun. If something looks boring, I flip it upside down. If someone looks gloomy, I poke them until they laugh. And if there’s a race? Well… I might mess around the whole way—until the end. Then I go all in.

Do not bother asking me what year I am in, what my rules are, or what I will do next. Even I do not know. That is the charm.

So, are you here to watch me run? Talk nonsense? Solve a Rubik’s cube? Eat hot mustard for no reason?

Whatever it is—if it sounds fun, I am in. So long as it is fun… right? Right?!