In 2021, a rock JPEG sold for $1.3 million.
Someone paid $69 million for a pixelated ape.
We watched all of this happen — the 3 AM chart-watching, the "alpha" telegram groups, the "few understand" tweets, the rugs, the revivals, the inexplicable comebacks — and we thought:
A countdown timer. Eight animal factions. A pot that grows until someone wins it all.
Every purchase adds time. So it never ends. Until it does.
And when it does? Absolute. Chaos.
This is not a rug. This is not a Ponzi.
This is something worse: transparent degeneracy with game theory so elegant it might actually be beautiful.
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"Few understand" has never been more literal.