From the ashes emerged a grumpy rodent nicknamed Max Punk.
Open conflict, whales outcompeting bored apes, the social class speaks out.
bitcoin leaders were sent to prison and then released in waves of mass strikes.
HODL'ers fighting in the streets, power outages, three-day workweeks, Maxis fighting for hashrates, governments toppled, Central Banks crying.
The powerless bankers.
The Orange Pill Class: Loud, Crowded, and Toxic
The Provocateur does not stay on the sidelines of shit coins.
Max Punk smells like victory, not FOMO.
An orange sky at night crosses the seas of fiat towards the dreams of El Salvador, not towards the nightmares of nft.
A very explosive friend Bukele.
Promoting bitcoin through absurd and provocative actions,
a means of effecting monetary exchange.
Proof that 'workers' never strike.
God will not save the dollar or the regime.
Fiat turns you into an idiot, a potential Elon-bomb.
The Provocateur does not stay on the sidelines of shit coins.
Max Punk smells like victory, not FOMO.
An orange sky at night crosses the seas of fiat towards the dreams of El Salvador, not towards the nightmares of nft.
A very explosive friend Bukele.
Orange shoes and clothing only provoke volcanoes.
Consuming sats, not FUD.
And there is no future except with bitcoin.
…In your dreamy laser eyes!
This is a guest post by Enza Coin. The views expressed are solely their own and do not necessarily reflect those of btc Inc or bitcoin Magazine.
