HOLO CTO

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COIN MARKET CAP

DIMENSION I — The White

Blinding, horizonless expanse where gravity feels optional. The air hums with market chatter from nowhere. Tiny natural rips open and collapse — unstable, irresistible.
Meme Gods sit on thrones of pure hype (God-Pepe, Arch-Doge, Eternal Wojak), watching silently. Relic Keepers polish artifacts from legendary pumps.

Relics of Ascension: “Elon’s Eternal Tweet”, “The First Bonk Bat”, “Genesis Shiba Collar”. Untouchable by mortals.

The White is where meme-coin legends retire. Only true god-status returns here.

LOG – DIMENSION: THE WHITE] Status: Spawned • Relics: Unknown • Hostiles: Unknown • Note: Meme Gods won’t speak unless you survive the Rooms.

DIMENSION II — The Rooms

Surreal, self-contained levels — each themed after a market meta or archetype.
Backrooms meets shitposting. Every room is alive and wants you stuck.

  • Trench Market (bagholder soldiers)

  • Laundroverse (wash traders & Gas Goblins)

  • Pharma Field (floating pills)

  • Frog Throne (smug divine Pepe)

Relics of Hype — absurd, cursed items unique to each room. Survive enough, collect relics, maybe you’ll return to The White as a god. Fail, and you respawn broke.

ROOM LOG] Status: Room #3 “Pharma Field” • Relic: Pill of Infinite Focus (9 min clarity → 3 hr cope) • Hostiles: Jeets, Snipers • Note: Every Room has an exit with a catch.

DIMENSION III — The Ledger

Infinite marble corridors lined with towering “blocks” like gravestones. Constant tick…tick…tick — a hardware wallet scrolling forever.

Validators stamp blocks with glowing seals. Orphan Blocks whisper ancient prices; listening too long makes you act on dead alpha.

HOLO sees his name carved with a liquidation price he hasn’t hit yet.

Degen fear: “Is my wallet tracked?”
Hope: “What if I could see future txs?”

DIMENSION IV — The Order Book

A void trading floor. Two living walls — one green, one red — collide like cosmic Tetris.

The Bidders: paper-thin, chanting “send it”.
The Asks: swollen and veined, whispering “dump it”.
The Liquidators: sharks devouring anyone caught in the spread.

The Book tries to trap you on one side. Each time HOLO switches, a random part of him glitches — sometimes cosmetic, sometimes lethal.