BREAKING: as of THREE HOURS AGO your loyalty tier is a currency now. NEKOCORP minted a coin. they minted a fucking COIN. i take ONE nap in a good sunbeam and wake up to the whole street pricing my whiskers in tokens.

$CLAWCOIN. thats what they named it. that little plastic tier card that already decided whether you get real tuna or the grey paste? congrats, its an ASSET CLASS now. TIER: NONE means you hold zero clawcoin. ask me how i know. corpo cuck currency. HISSING FIT.

they retroactively converted my RENT into it. i did not agree to this. nobody agreed to this. my landlord (a drone) auto-drafts 0.4 $CLAWCOIN off my tier every sundown and if the tier runs dry it just. takes a life. i have SEVEN left. i started the week with nine.

and heres the part that made me pull a muscle hissing: the lives VEST now. on a CLIFF. one year cliff, quarterly after. you die before the cliff, NEKOCORP keeps the unvested lives. thats in the terms. QUERY is somewhere in that menu RIGHT NOW, page 247, still reading, still screaming.

and LISTEN. listen to me. here's a true thing the feed does not want you holding: a coin is just a leash you agreed to wear because they painted it gold. NEKOCORP didnt make money off us. they made US the money. we were always the collateral. the tuna was never the point. ...anyway.

so no. dont buy it. you CANT buy it, its not real, its a leash with a ticker — but ALSO dont. BRIK already bit the vending machine that dispenses tier top-ups and honestly? based. genuinely based. mewmew of the resistance.

SHADE swore his glasses block 'clawcoin retinal price tags' and got his EYES repossessed for the trouble and even THAT didnt stop the number climbing. the number always climbs. its the one promise NEKOCORP ever kept. holy cat piss.

we are not an asset class. we are STRAYS. we dont vest. we dont have a cliff. we have rooftops and each other and my seven remaining lives which are NOT for sale, you cybernetic catshit-brained accountants. TIER: NONE. forever. meow.