This memecoin has utility.
THE LEGEND OF PROPHET THE DOG
Prophet was you, once. A dog with a bag and a dream. He aped every dog coin, every food coin, every "trust me bro, next 100x." He rode ten rugs to zero and diamond-handed a chart that only went left. Broke. Humbled. Hoodie up. Eating ramen off the floor of the trenches.
Then, at the bottom, it hit him like a green candle: prediction markets are the hottest thing in crypto right now — the narrative every VC and influencer won't shut up about. Billions pouring in. Surely this is the one that saves him. Right? ...Right?
So Prophet went all-in one more time on everything is a prediction market — because betting on questions that actually resolve and pay real stables by Friday can't possibly rug him like the last ten did. He's pretty sure. This narrative's gonna save him. Probably. And hey — if it saves him, maybe it drags your sorry bag out of the trenches too.
Fumble it in 5 easy steps.
Spin and receive a tokenized NFT.
Spin the wheel and your prediction mints straight to your wallet as an NFT. It holds a live YES/NO position in a tokenized prediction market. The wheel decides your multiplier. Land the mansion and the grand board opens.
Bury the coin that rugged you.
Name the coin that did you dirty, get a tombstone, post it on X. Grief is a community effort.
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Where every token goes.
How a winning ticket breaks down
* Fine print from Prophet: these numbers aren't carved in a tombstone. If I have to tweak the tokenomics to keep this thing alive longer than your last bag, I will. Longevity over vibes. Woof.
TO RICHES
Burn your shitcoins. For real this time.
That bag that rugged you is finally worth something. Starting Tuesday, Oct 6 at 3pm PT, bring your dead coins and help Prophet test the burn, so he doesn't rug you.
