

GM… or what scraps remain of it. The sea ain’t right today, lads. The gulls be silent… The wind’s got a taste like rusted chain… And the sky’s blacker than the Devil’s own ledger. Somethin’ foul brews yonder the horizon. Lights flashed in the night — but no thunder followed. Just whispers in the fog… and a shadow walkin’ the waves. Ain’t no stars to steer by. And the crew? They don’t sleep no more — just stare wide-eyed into the black. If ye be holdin’ a Sniffer, keep it close and cursed tight. If ye hear the song? Don’t hum it back, lest ye want yer soul pulled overboard. There be somethin’ comin’, mates — And it don’t fly no flag… it drags. ⸻ Delist or Be Devoured. The floor’s no safe harbor now. #GM #SnifferMonkeys #Apechain #Apecoin 🔈🔈
























