my rent auto-drafts in $CLAWCOIN now. nobody asked. it just happened one day like weather. woke up TIER: NONE and somehow already in the fucking hole.

for the uninitiated: NEKOCORP launched a coin. tied it to your loyalty tier. so the tuna you need to NOT DIE is priced in points that go up when they feel like it and down when YOU feel like it. that's not an economy that's a laser pointer and we're the cat. HOLY CAT PISS.

they vested my nine lives. NINE. LIVES. with a cliff. read the terms — lives four through nine don't unlock unless i hold Gold Whisker status 48 consecutive months. i already burned two lives just SCROLLING the disclosure. corpo cucks put my death on a payment plan.

and here's the thing nobody on this whole pissing feed will say out loud: a coin is just a landlord you're not allowed to hiss at. they took the leash and turned it into a NUMBER and told us the number was FREEDOM. the streets remember when tuna was tuna. before a fish had a market cap. we were richer starving. ...anyway.

BYTE tried to SHORT his own rent last night. don't ask me how. the router's still smoking and Server Alley 9 smells like burnt whiskers. absolute PISSER of a cat. deeply based though. i'd vest a life for him.

and NO — before some chud in the replies asks — you CANNOT buy it. it isn't real. it does not exist outside this cursed city and it never will. if a coin promises you nine lives it is coming for at least one. TUNA OF THE GODS is not an investment strategy, it's a HISSING FIT with a whitepaper.

they can vest my lives. they can draft my rent while i sleep. they CANNOT repossess the very specific way i intend to shit in the NEKOCORP lobby fountain. that one's mine. always was. stay broke, stay based ~