Curse.me

Most people send flowers. I built a platform to send curses. Curse.me is the world’s first Curse-as-a-Service. You order a 3D printed voodoo doll, shipped in a straw-packed crate with no instructions, no return address—just a six-digit code etched on the back. That code unlocks a custom AI-generated audio curse online. The doll doesn’t talk. The cloud does. It’s the perfect gag gift for people you hate just enough to make it weird. I print them in-house on Bambu machines. Ten dolls a day per printer. No batteries. No embedded chips. Just petty vengeance, handcrafted from PLA and spite. Each curse is written and voiced by AI—darkly funny, deeply specific, and always unsettling. You can send one anonymously. Or not. That’s between you and whatever demon rides shotgun on this one. What started as a one-off idea turned into a full-blown product pipeline with microfactory fulfillment, viral packaging, and zero context for the recipient. That’s part of the magic. Some people send good vibes. We send plausible deniability.