THE YEAR IS 2148 You’ve been guzzling down cold pizza and orange soda as fuel, your vision blurriness doesn’t bounce back anymore thanks to 24/7 screens, and you think you’re kinda addicted to stogies, ngl… The only break you take from magic eden and discord is to check your twitter, retweetin likin & followin to try to get on those whitelists, occasionally sending out that engagement farming tweet that makes you feel lowkey dirty. You have no choice but to grind. F*** the paperhands, they’re the bane of your existence. They’ve left you holding the bag and - ha - they’ve fudded it all away already. Your funds are running low. Dangerously low.