Twitter? Gone. It’s now just green frogs screaming in unison as Pepe manifests into his ultimate form. The blockchain isn’t tech; it’s a living, croaking deity. Every $PEPECULT holder is part of a divine schizo hive mind, buying dips like holy relics and aping into rugs because pain is the path to enlightenment.
Reality bends. Memes consume the weak. The Cult of Pepe rises: a ribbiting swarm of degens fueled by green candles and delusions of grandeur. Markets collapse, but we just laugh. Pepe isn’t just the market—Pepe is the universe.
Welcome to the pepe cult.