Space Cadet
| Real name | |
|---|---|
| Alias(es) | ŠpæcëCæðetspacesupplyco_85324 |
| Location on the globe | Outside Ky's window |
| Main platform | Discord |
| Papa flerf | QoP |
| Flerfzi? | Yes |
| Religiflerf? | unknown |
| Incel? | Yes. Left hand has a nametag. Riggs is the lock screen. |
| Drinks urine? | not yet confirmed |
| Adopted by | Flerf Whisperer |
| Teeth | might be missing all of them |
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Space Cadet is a QoP-server flerf whose contribution to the shape of the earth is a toad avatar, a name that looks like the keyboard slipped, and a standing offer to fight anyone within arm's reach. He joined Discord on 24 July 2026, joined QoP's server on 31 August, and by 1 September was dunking on Shiny Money and asking Ky if he could smash. That is not a research program. That is a calendar with one hobby, and the hobby is not getting any.
The documented output is Discord paragraphs and unreturned smash requests. The undocumented output is a left hand with lipstick on it and KY written across the knuckles in Sharpie, because a nametag is as close as the evening is going to get. He tells himself it is a joke. He tells the server he wants a fight club. Both of those sentences are doing the same job.
He wants a title belt, a streamed brawl, and a woman who is currently trying to talk about child support. When none of that materializes — and it does not materialize, ladies first, then the ones he will not name — the posts get louder. The charitable reading is that he likes to fight. The accurate reading is that he is an incel with a toad pfp, a Sharpie girlfriend, and a lot of opinions about other people's sex lives.
Discord: ŠpæcëCæðet, spacesupplyco_85324. Member of QoP's server since 31 August 2026. The profile is a toad. The DMs are a drought.
Incel
This is not a side note. This is the operating system.
He strikes out with the ladies on a schedule that would embarrass a man who had a schedule. Ky got "Lemme smash" while she was talking about child support and not destroying Austin Witsit's life. She kept talking about Austin. He kept talking about stroking her from behind. Nobody asked. Nobody answered. The smash requests have the same reply rate as a message in a bottle, except the bottle at least gets to travel.
When the ladies do not write back — they do not write back — the left hand clocks in. Lipstick. A Sharpie nametag that says Ky. The right hand types fight-club proposals. The left hand has a name. This is not a dating life. This is arts and crafts.
The men are a separate file he will not open in public. He writes gay-sex-cult fanfic about Geo and Jeremy with the energy of a man who has thought about this longer than a joke requires, then immediately offers to beat Jeremy with one hand so nobody gets the wrong idea. The protest is doing a lot of work. So is the long, quiet look at Riggs's portrait: Hot Pocket Aficionado on the lock screen, the croquet-with-great-grandmother smile on the home screen, the kind of staring usually reserved for a window or a crush who does not know your name. He will not say that out loud. He will say Geo is in a cult. He will say he wants to fight the fittest flat earther. He will not say why Riggs's photo is the last thing he looks at before the Sharpie comes out.
Riggs, as seen from the shrine. Fresh off croquet. Space Cadet has not been invited to croquet.
The whole fight-club bit is the same drought in a different font. If you cannot get a date, you schedule a brawl. If you cannot get a brawl, you type about the brawl. If you cannot get a reply, you put lipstick on the hand that is always available. The title he wants is fittest flat earther. The title he is holding is leftover ChapStick and a toad.
Flerfzi
Flat earth, he says, is ready for a big streaming platform. The holdup, in his cosmology, is that the platforms are "ran by Jews," so FE is stuck at the kids table: seen, not heard. This is the entire media analysis. No model of the earth. A model of who to blame for why nobody put him on the main stage, or in a relationship, or in a room with another person who asked him to be there.
QoP's Discord. The kids-table theory of why the smash requests keep bouncing.
Fight club
He would like to start an FE vs GE fight club and stream it. He would "gladly sign up to fight ANYONE on either side," with a special interest in Earth Awakenings mods and "any glober." Separately, he wants to fight the fittest flat earther. He wants the title.
This is a lot of volunteered violence for a man whose documented contact with other humans is Discord and a Sharpie. If the belt is the closest trophy on offer, that tells you something about the other trophies. People who are getting action do not need a streamed brawl to feel someone's hands. People who are not getting action invent a sport.
FE vs GE fight club, plus a one-handed special for Jeremy, who did not ask to be in the fantasy either.
The title he wants. The title he is not currently holding in any category that requires a second person to consent.
Flerf-on-flerf
He picked a papa who already treats other flerfs as content, then tried to outpace the syllabus. See also Flerf-on-flerf. When you are this lonely, other people's names are the only names in the room.
Shiny Money
Day two on the server. Shiny Money (formerly Elec) rebranded; Space Cadet's peer review was that the name is doing unpaid overtime if you are broke. The rest of the post is slurs. A man with a Sharpie girlfriend calling someone else broke is a rich vein of projection. Screenshot lives on Shiny Money and here:
QoP's Discord, 1 September 2026. Branding consultant with a toad pfp and no bookings.
Geo and Jeremy
Geo runs Earth Awakenings. Space Cadet's contribution to that server's owner is a homophobic pile-on that drags in Jeremy: pirate-eye lore, "gay sex cult magic," ayahuasca, and a chakra map that should never have been drawn. Then, in the fight-club post, the closer: Jeremy has one eye, so he would beat his ass with one hand.
He wrote all of that, then went back to the Riggs photo. The "gay sex cult" paragraph is not an argument about curvature. It is a man putting a lot of words between himself and a sentence he is not going to say. The one-handed fight offer is the alibi. The fanfic is the tell.
Geo and Jeremy, as reviewed by someone who has thought about their sex lives in more detail than either of them asked for.
Ky and Austin Witsit
Ky (Discord: victim of spit) was in the server talking about Austin Witsit — years of bullshit, not trying to destroy his life, speaking out because he still will not do the basics. Space Cadet's reply was a conspiracy that she is a puppet sharing money behind the scenes, followed immediately by the actual thesis:
- "Still wanna fuck her tho"
- "Lemme smash"
- "Let's do it in his studio"
- neon "witsit gets it" behind them as a headboard
She ignored the smash requests and kept talking about Austin. That is the entire dating history. He escalated to flerfzi physiognomy — "You are a Jew who went blonde tho correct?" / "the nose gives it away" / "I'd still hit" — and a fantasy of stroking her from behind while Witsit hyperventilates on a low vape battery, "too busy playing legos with Joseph Hanvey."
The woman is describing an ex. The cadet is describing a window, then a left hand, then a nametag. QoP has already been on this same beat with Ky; the papa courts, the satellite DMs "lemme smash" and calls it a secret. Nobody in that thread asked him to audition. The callback never came. The Sharpie did.
Ky talking about Austin Witsit. Space Cadet talking to a hand that cannot leave.
Joseph Hanvey
Joseph Hanvey is collateral: the punchline at the end of the Ky bit, reduced to Lego partner for Witsit's downtime. He did not need to be in the scene. Space Cadet put him there anyway. When you are this dry, every name is a cameo in the movie you are not in.
People he hates
A working list, with links. Hatred is easier than a reply.
- Shiny Money — broke, per the rebrand review, from a man with a Sharpie date
- Geo — EA owner; gay-sex-cult routine he did not have to write
- Jeremy — one-eye jokes and the one-handed fight offer
- Ky — smash requests, flerfzi "I'd still hit," nametag on the left hand
- Austin Witsit — puppet-income theory, studio-sex fantasy, vape-and-Legos
- Joseph Hanvey — Lego cameo
- Riggs — not hate. The lock screen. He will deny this.
- Earth Awakenings mods and "any glober" — the fight-club open challenge, which is what you post when nobody is coming over