Watching everyone swear it’d be Salmon, then picking Bear on @bears_salmon.
Lucius doesn’t need marketing. He just throws up some neon lights, slaps “WIN BIG” on the sign, and watches the herd line up to fund his chaos.
The devils don’t need maps. Lucius leads, the rest follow, and chaos finds them wherever they go. If you’re seeing them smile like that… it’s already too late.
The forest whispers your name. The fog hides the truth. And the devils? They’re not hiding at all. If you can see them smiling, you’ve already stepped too far in.
Knock knock... You open the door expecting a friend. Instead, Lucius storms in, flips your table, and sets your portfolio on fire.
Behind the curtains, Lucius plots. Not trades. Not pumps. A full-blown reckoning for those who dared to sell without his blessing.
Lucius found the drawer and the book whispered: “ape now, regret later.” He smiled. The prophecy begins.
Lucius stepped into the kitchen with nothing but vibes and a box of sins.
The bowl? Full of liquidity.
The goal? Unclear.
But it will cause problems on purpose.
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