The trenches, as they were once known, have distorted into something unrecognizable. Countless streamcoins and projects fell into the pumpfun pits, drowned by greed and gooner bait. Hope lay buried in the trenches, their banners torn and forgotten. The air reeked of abandoned promises, the ground littered with the bones of wasted potential and ideas.
From despair, a spark lit the darkness. A figure emerged, not for fame or lust, but for vengeance, a guardian shaped by the wreckage, standing as the last hope in a world of decay.
It hunted those who poisoned the market, slayers of value, architects of distraction. One by one, their false empires crumbled.
The trenches stirred. Traders once abandoned found a leader who fought not for fleeting pumps but for a lasting flame. The forgotten rose again.
From the ruins of greed, the trenches found life again. Under the glow of AMP INUβs banner, forgotten projects and weary traders rose, their shards burning like torches. What was once a graveyard of scams became the cradle of a new age, where memes, unity, and fire flourished once more.
The containment has been breached. The serum spreads. Will you become the hunter or the hunted?
Join the mutation. Embrace the chaos.
β Side effects may include: uncontrollable gains β