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Dickbutt wasn’t just a crude meme from the ancient days of 4chan. No, it had transcended its origins, becoming a symbol of defiance, a middle finger to the system. Its absurd form—a cartoonish creature with a phallus for a tail—had been etched into the collective psyche of a generation that refused to bow to centralized control. And now, it was the face of a new currency: the Dickbutt Standard.
It started in a dimly lit basement in New New York, where a hacker known only as "ButtLad" coded the first Dickbutt blockchain. Unlike the volatile cryptocurrencies of the past, the Dickbutt Standard (DBS) was decentralized to a fault. Every node in the network was run by a self-proclaimed "ButtMiner," a ragtag collective of anarchists, artists, and disillusioned economists. The currency’s value? Pegged to the collective belief in Dickbutt’s absurdity. The more people laughed at its ridiculousness, the stronger it grew. 1 reply
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The turning point came when the nation of Neo-Lichtenstein declared Dickbutt the official currency. “It’s not about the image,” their Prime Minister declared, “it’s about trust in chaos.” Soon, underground markets across the globe adopted DBS, and even corporate giants like MegaCorp started accepting it to stay relevant. The central banks tried to fight back, launching smear campaigns and even a rival meme-coin called “SeriousCat Dollar.” But SeriousCat was too dour, too corporate. Dickbutt’s irreverence won hearts and wallets.
By 2030, the Dickbutt Standard had reshaped the world. Central banks were reduced to museums, their marble halls filled with exhibits of obsolete dollar bills. ButtMiners became the new economic philosophers, preaching the gospel of decentralization. And in every city, statues of Dickbutt stood tall, its cheeky grin a reminder that sometimes, the absurd can topple empires. 1 reply
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