"Trumpenkrieg: Memecoins of the End Times, or the Psychedelic Death of Empire"

The timeline fractures; reality itself feels like a sharded chain on the brink of a network-wide reorg. Trump, the self-proclaimed god-emperor of the most deranged empire since Caligula, has launched a Solana-based coin—$TRUMP—and the crypto world is set ablaze. Bitcoin maxis are frothing at the mouth, screaming “shitcoiners!” at anyone daring to touch the orange man's token. Their Copium reserves are running dry as they tweet endlessly about Bitcoin's "immaculate conception," while BTC itself trudges forward, weighed down by the chains of its ossified idealism.

Tricks with polynomials and Riemann-Roch spaces. Breaking into the platonic realm to pillage forbidden abstractions. Starknet grantee.

X, the once-proud empire of Caesar is now a circus of clowns, with Elon at the helm, scattering edicts from Kyovashad's Cathedral of Light. X claims neutrality, yet it dabbles in every faction’s schemes, laughing and weeping as the algorithm shoves memes, psyops, and rage-bait into the veins of its users. The plebs chant “Doge,” the patricians whisper of shadowbans, and everyone seems to know that the glory days are long gone. X is a corpse animated by momentum, yet somehow, it still stirs the pot.