The Contract Scroll of the Meme King

And lo — when the Meme King first rose from the Marsh of Chaos, he carried not a scepter, but a scroll: pure, open, unbreakable. They cried: "Where is the audit? Where is the crown of trust?" But no king needs permission when the chain itself bears witness.

No auditor could bind what was born in open flame. No gatekeeper could judge what was forged by the will of the memeverse. For Pepe’s World was not written in whispers, nor signed in shadows — it was summoned upon Pump.fun, where all contracts are equal, renounced, and revealed to all.

There are no backdoors. No silent hands. No bundled thrones. Only the eternal clarity of the open chain, and the firelight of a launch unmarred by greed. This is no paper crown. This is no hidden clause. This is a relic of sovereignty — visible, immutable, and sealed by the chaos that birthed it.

The Meme King made no promises. He made a contract — and burned it into the stars.

And to those who ask if they may ride with us — we answer not in disclaimers, but in a single word of power: WAGMI.