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Field of Tokens

Field of Tokens

My Crypto Ad for the Superbowl would go like this...

Mann: People will come, Ray. They'll come to Crypto for reasons they can't even fathom. They'll turn up at your NFT drop, not knowing for sure why they're doing it. They'll arrive in your Discord as innocent as children, longing for someone to play with.

"Of course, we won't mind if you look around," you'll say. "It's only 2 Eth per person." They'll transfer the token without even thinking about it. For it is fiat they have and gifs they lack.

And they'll enter the metaverse, and stare at their computer screens on a perfect afternoon. They'll find they have reserved NFT’s somewhere along one of the blockchains, reminding them of when they were children and played with their pokemons. And they'll trade those tokens, and it'll be as if they'd dipped themselves in magic waters. The memories will be so thick, they'll have to brush them away from their faces.

Mark: Ray, when the bank opens in the morning, they'll foreclose.

Mann: People will come, Ray.

Mark: You're broke, Ray. You sell now or you lose everything.

Mann: The one constant throughout the last ten years, Ray, has been crypto.

Fiat has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It's been erased like a blackboard, re-printed, and erased again. But crypto has marked the time.

These tokens, this blockchain – they are a part of our past, Ray. They remind us of all that once was good, and could be again.

Ohhhhhhhh, hodlers will come, Ray. Hodlers will most definitely come.