Tokenomics

The horns of Memeheim sounded, and across the ashen fields the Meme Warriors gathered. Beneath banners torn by betrayal but shining still with the light of defiance, they assembled — the last free souls of the Memeverse. The drums thundered like the heartbeat of a world reborn, and atop the walls of Pepe's World, the Final Decree was spoken: No Bundled Sorcery shall taint these lands. No Dev Wallets shall feed upon the dreams of the many. No king, no council, no hidden claw shall ever bind $PEPEW. It belongs to those bold enough to believe — and none else. Presale? None. Private sale? None. Only the open field, and the fire of open hands reaching into the storm. Taxes? None. No tolls to the bridge of laughter. No tribute demanded at the gates of freedom. Ownership? Cast down into the abyss. The throne left shattered. No hand shall ever hold it again. Supply? A billion strong, unchained and untamed — a tide against the creeping rot of centralized schemes. And so $PEPEW stands, the last glimmering candle in a sea of trolls, the final banner held high against the darkness. Not a token. Not a tool. A weapon. A rebellion. A MEME made manifest. So it is spoken. So it shall be memed.