TELEGRAM
X
FULL RETARD
CA:
CA:
Everbody know you never go...
Everbody know you never go...
FULL RETARD
FULL RETARD
ROAD MAP
ROAD MAP
- GO FULL RETARD
- GO FULL RETARD
2. SAVE PRIVATE GRUBBY
2. SAVE PRIVATE GRUBBY
3. NUMBER GO UP
3. NUMBER GO UP
4. OoRAH!!
4. OoRAH!!
In the smog-drenched fringes of the crypto jungle, where memes rot and rise, there was a Doge
named DogeMcFume. No run-of-the-mill Shiba—this one had wild, bloodshot eyes, a flak jacket
stitched with the husks of fallen tokens, and a grin that could rattle a stablecoin. He’d trudged
through the graves of dead meme coins, their smoke coiling around him, their reek a symphony
he craved. “Smells like shitcoins in the morning,” he’d snarl, “and I live for it.”
DogeMcFume forged 100 million tokens—FULLRETARD, hammered out in a haze of grit and
defiance. He kept 2 million for himself, not for profit, but to fuel his ramen stash while he
carved his legend. The rest—98 million—he flung into a Raydium liquidity pool, a festering
swamp of chaos on Solana’s blockchain. “Liquidity for the degens!” he barked, locking 80% of
the LP tokens in a dented chest for six months. “No rugs here, apes—I’m too broke to bolt!”
The normies jeered. “Another shitcoin,” they coughed, gagging on the fumes of busted pumps
and scams. But DogeMcFume didn’t blink. He shackled his 2 million in a time vault, set to bust
open in a year, and lobbed the proof on X like a Molotov. “I’m not dumping,” he growled. “I’m
riding this or choking on it!” Then he sparked a flame, burned 1% of the LP tokens, and sucked
in the bitter smoke. “Less supply, more fume power!”
THE STORY