Rekt Noun 7/9 - Dante, the Sniffles, and Doom

You may have heard the phrase “It smells like rain”, for Dante the two smells that always seemed distinct were those of a blue chip project and imminent doom. He had cultivated his nose to recognize the scent of success and potential over the past year since the dippening of 2021. Honing in on the scent of projects that not only had a moon shot, but were able to sustain it. Dante began to stack Eth, poised to make his move when the scent was right. Then Dante woke with a sniffle, then another, and his nose began to run. A sneeze followed shortly after and he struggled to make out the scent of his morning coffee. Frantic that he might miss his chance he took one giant inhale to gather the las...View all