C_Cloud（哈基云☁）

@0x8i11i0n Still trust that shit? @token_works

If you know these 3 coins in the picture you are good

Trust This Shit. $TTT @token_works

Most people holding a TTT NFT @token_works have no idea how much they're actually earning. ttt-nft.vercel.app I built a calculator that shows you exactly. Here's the math that matters 🧵 The protocol splits every swap fee 4 ways: → 50% to whoever burned the NFT to launch the token → 30% to ALL remaining NFT holders (shared) → 10% to the team → 10% to PNKSTR buyback That 30% pool comes from EVERY launched token. Not just one. Example. 100 tokens launched. $1M avg volume each. Total fees (1% of volume): $1,000,000 Holder pool (30%): $300,000 Remaining holders: 9,900 Per NFT: ~$30.30 Now run 1,000 tokens at $5M each Per NFT: $1,500+ This is the flywheel. The supply compression mechanic is what most people miss. Every NFT that burns to launch a token: ① Leaves the holder pool (your slice gets bigger) ② Adds a new token generating fees FOR you Both forces work in your favour simultaneously. So should you burn or hold? Burn wins if: your token does huge volume Hold wins if: the ecosystem does huge aggregate volume There's a break-even point. I built a calculator that shows it for any combination of tokens launched + volume. Adjust sliders for tokens launched (1–9,999), avg volume, and your token's volume. Shows holder earnings, launcher earnings, break-even, and supply compression charts live. #NFT #DEFI

Tomorrow.

一哥们用 seedance 2.0 制作了一个近 2h 的人类进化史科普视频 视频全网撸了上亿的流量，但是哥们你得多有钱呀？这token费用不爆炸？

@dutchtide !breeze

EACH UNIQUE EACH NOT TO BE IGNORED What do you see anon? Another pfp project? Or something else? Here is what I see. Cat Kami overlooking the empty land. A story of ocean and the stars. A kabuki play hinting at loved ones holding you back. And a man in suit, leaving. !breeze

Growing Onchain Eternal Growth Plants

@ol_dirtyy @daumenonsolana THE GOAT IS BACK

how do i respond to this message? @daumenonsolana

@Hustlernfteth lets grow

@c_cloudplayer its pumping back , good luck legend

只希望埋下的是真正的种子

@Hustlernfteth save me

@c_cloudplayer they dumped it hard

@AMEHS_IO no, bro lose again

@c_cloudplayer Do you know any thing about the founder or the project

@daumenonsolana lmao, I like this version

@c_cloudplayer Dream big

曾经的加密梦 如今已是一片废墟😅

@alx_xbt @orelings @ore @dev__noah no need to say, they rugged

$uORE MOTHERLODE Changing lives A buyer with 0.1 ETH won around $7000 Staked Motherlode didn’t hit. By design goes to next Motherlode pool Study @ore

Built entirely from conviction and sleep deprivation

@juesaiquan @awp_protocol 又被我干死一个项目吗

@awp_protocol 什么情况阿？？？

@FerrymanTCG Are you kdding me?

ripping is live. theferryman.xyz/rip

@oneandonlypope Ily, my forever daumen pope🫂

3/ After that the silence arrived slowly. Nobody ever said goodbye. People just stopped posting. That might be the strangest thing about internet communities. You can spend every day with anonymous people for months. Laugh with them. Believe with them. Go through emotional highs and lows together. And then one day the timeline simply stops moving. Deleting Vatican Calls felt almost as painful as losing the original Daumenfrosch Telegram. Another archive erased. Another place full of memories reduced to nothing. Because what disappeared was not just liquidity. It was the atmosphere. Opening Telegram half asleep and seeing the chat still moving. Laughing at memes with strangers who somehow felt like real friends. Finding hidden places where culture still emerged naturally instead of being manufactured by algorithms and monetized immediately. That is what people are actually nostalgic for now. Not the gains. The feeling. I still talk to Old Dirty sometimes, one of the original holders from the beginning. We catch up every now and again and talk about crypto for a bit, but it is not the same anymore. And maybe that is why Daumenfrosch still pulls at me. Even now it is still there. Fifty five thousand market cap. Daily posts still being made. Memes still appearing. Old holders occasionally posting the frog again like somebody checking for a pulse. And the strange thing is the pulse is still there. Weak. Faint. But alive. Maybe writing all this made me realize something uncomfortable. I still believe in it. Not in the euphoric way I did when I watched it run to fifteen million and thought it would go forever. I mean I believe there is still something inside Daumenfrosch that refuses to disappear completely. Most coins die. Daumenfrosch lingered. Because this was never just another meme coin. It showed that anonymous people on the internet could still accidentally create something together. Not a product. Not a brand. A genuine internet cult. A memory. And maybe that is why people still return to it after all this time. They are not trying to revive a chart. They are trying to recover the feeling. The frog is still there. Still breathing quietly. Still surrounded by a few caretakers posting memes like people reading stories beside a hospital bed. Maybe that is why the coma metaphor feels so real to me. Some people wake up from comas and remember nothing. Others remember every voice they heard while they were asleep. Every person who stayed beside them while they drifted somewhere between absence and return. I think Daumenfrosch remembers too. I think somewhere underneath the silence and the years and the collapsed charts and the deleted Telegrams, the thing that made it special is still there listening quietly, waiting. And maybe one day enough old believers will walk back into that hospital room together where the little green Daumenfrosch is lying there hooked up to machines, the monitor quietly beeping beside him. Maybe the frog will finally wake up. And when he does, he will remember us the same way we remembered him. Because the mythology was never finished.

🧵If you were ever invested in @daumenonsolana, you need to read this. Not because of the money. Because something happened there that almost never happens on the internet anymore. Let me take you back 2 years ago… The first thing I saw every morning when I woke up was the chart. The second thing was someone typing “guten Morgen” into the void. Daumenfrosch was just a stupid little thumb frog from an old archived 4chan thread with a German name nobody could pronounce properly. A meme buried so deep in the internet that finding it felt less like discovery and more like excavation. I found it before Pump Fun existed. Before every meme coin became a disposable financial instrument generated by the thousands every hour. Back then you sat in Telegram channels watching fresh pairs launch in real time. Every coin felt like stepping into an unexplored room where nobody knew whether they were about to witness a rug pull or the beginning of something unforgettable. With Daumenfrosch, it was both. The original launch rugged almost immediately. Everything collapsed back down to around five thousand market cap and most people assumed it was over before it had even begun. But that was where the real community actually started. Not at the top. Not during euphoria. Inside the ruins of the rug. Most coins die after something like that. People leave. The Telegram slows down. The memes stop. Daumenfrosch did the opposite. The chat never stopped moving. The frog kept getting passed around like nobody had accepted the funeral. Three in the morning and the Telegram would still be flying faster than you could read it. Memes. Reactions. Distorted edits of the frog. Inside jokes layered on top of inside jokes until the entire chat felt like its own language. People started randomly speaking German even though none of us actually spoke German. You would see people translating sentences through Google Translate just to sound more authentically German for the frog. And somehow it worked. It felt like the center of the universe. I remember Googling the name after seeing it launch and finding the original archived 4chan thread the image came from. Back then sites like 4chan were not just social media platforms. They were chaotic anonymous spaces where internet culture formed naturally before algorithms started manufacturing everything for engagement. Memes were not designed by marketing teams. They emerged accidentally out of thousands of strange interactions between anonymous people posting nonsense online. Most disappeared forever. Some survived. And when you found one buried in those archives, it felt less like discovering content and more like uncovering evidence that the internet used to breathe differently. That was the feeling Daumenfrosch had. The frog already existed before the token did. Long before Solana. Long before Pump Fun. The internet had already chosen to remember the frog once before crypto ever touched it. That mattered to me.

. $Daumen up