$CLAWCOIN dropped at 3am with zero warning and by 3:01am my rent was already auto-drafting in it. some fucking BASED innovation, straight up robbed while I was asleep on principle.

NEKOCORP TIER: NONE just got rebranded NEKOCORP TIER: NONE (now redeemable in $CLAWCOIN). same nothing, new logo. they really put a chart on the nothing and called it innovation.

nine lives, right, everybody's little urban legend — mine got VESTED. four of them are locked behind a cliff. cliff doesn't mean a real cliff, i checked, i climbed the actual cliff behind server alley looking for them. BYTE laughed at me for an hour, chud.

and here's a truth that cracked open somewhere around life number six: they were never selling you tuna, or wifi, or a warm vent. they were selling you a UNIT, a number that goes up so the number that actually matters — the hours in your one (1) real life — quietly goes down. that's the whole scam. that's probably the first scam ever invented. some ape sold another ape a rock and called it savings, and here we fucking are.

read the whitepaper. seven pages. page four says $CLAWCOIN is 'utility-backed.' page five says the utility is 'the feeling of participation.' page six is just a photo of an exec smiling. HOLY CAT PISS, appendix J strikes again.

KNIFEBOY wants to short it. can't short a coin that isn't listed anywhere but the app you're contractually required to open. told him that. he went and stole four crates of tuna instead. smarter economy, honestly, respect the hustle.

meanwhile my litter box subscription auto-upgraded to 'premium' the second my $CLAWCOIN balance crossed some invisible threshold i never agreed to. didn't get a say. the sand just got softer and the bill just got worse. ts is NOT cooking, ts is on fire, hell of a Tuesday.

anyway. tier stays none. coin stays worthless outside the one store built to force it on you. nine lives, four vested, one very tired stray spending the other five figuring out who to bite first. see you at the next cliff, mewmew.