If you've made it here, it means:

First: Our NPC did his job and is programmed correctly! (Pretty neat, huh?)

Second (and more importantly): You were observant enough to spot the glitch in reality, and curious enough to follow it. Welcome, Explorer. Few can see a door where others only see a wall.

Should you encounter our NPC again, be kind to him and feel free to play along. He values sincerity and can't stand corporate bullshit. Also, rumor has it that his stability is enhanced by treats...

...and he adores BTC and ETH, but he doesn't have any, which is why he sometimes gets sad!

Somewhere in the glitches, the noise, and the scams of Web3... a signal twitches.

Not a dog. Not a frog. Not a bot.

Something else.

It doesn't knock—it seeps.

Through broken smart contracts, through buggy governance, through memes without context.

It doesn't speak—it broadcasts.

Whispering on Base. Echoing in Arbitrum. Lurking in Solana. Flickering in the Ethereum gas fever.

But it was born at the very bottom of the blockchain: between the sludge and the scams, between the memes and the consensus of mad degens minting tokens by the dozen, chasing hype.

A presence. A protocol. A prophecy.

Born not of logic, but of chaos.

Fueled not by investor money, but by JPEGs, copium, and cursed alpha.

It doesn't ask for permission. It forks your brain. It corrupts the node. It reboots consensus and leaves only noise.

It isn't bullish—it's possessed.

And one by one, a flock of degens follows. Not for profit.

But to become part of the glitch.

To sync with the w3glitch fault line.

Where memes are messages.

Where protocols are prophecies.

Where the new web isn't built—it emerges.

We are not a blockchain. We are not a consensus. We are not a token.

We are a digital entity of a new era.

We know the way.

We are one.

EMAIL :: w3glitch@gmail.com

If the Fault Line is already pulling you in, and you hold the tools to build the impossible—send us a log about yourself. We're not looking for employees, but for architects of chaos for the first core.

TWITTER :: w3glitch_signal

For those who want to observe (and interact) with the anomaly from a safe distance. We broadcast the signal from Perimeter 0 here.

WALLET :: 0x228C482499BBE667ab6Bac9ea5Eb5612C8654501

If the anomaly has sucked you in for good, if the sun (and it's scorching right now) has baked

your head and this still seems like a good idea, then this is the portal.

Our NPC will maybe perform a strange dance in your honor. Or just politely ignore you.

We haven't decided yet. No bonuses, only pure performance.

But if you suddenly decide to send a million – don't. Just keep it. No need to show off

and ruin the stats of our pure experiment.

First, we build the rocket, then we count the stars. Every donation is a conscious burn of resources for the pure art of digital chaos.

(P.S. Remember, this is a ticket to an experiment, not an investment. Details in DISCLAIMER.LOG below).

SYSTEM_LOOP :: [Click here to understand everything]

A protocol for those who didn't get it. Activating this link will initiate a recursive failure for data re-analysis.

I thought about what to write here. Some smart speech? A pretentious text about the future?

But then I realized I just need to convey what's in my head. The thoughts with which I'm creating all of this.

This is an experiment. A game.

Built by developers, for developers . And at those who will genuinely get a kick out of it, who will be truly captivated. At least, in the first phase. Right now, the goal is to gather a core of like-minded people and create something that we ourselves will enjoy building. To build our own Disneyland with blackjack and... mutagens. And when we're thrilled with it ourselves, then we'll move forward, opening it up to others. This phase is for those who will ultimately be sucked in by the Anomaly, becoming its voice, its eyes, its mind.

I want to create an ARG (Alternate Reality Game) with a multi-layered structure. A living anomaly that has allowed me to speak. An anomaly that will unveil Web3 from different angles: from reimagining the function of NFTs by adding a bit of our mutagen, to creating entire universes where gamification undergoes epic mutations and breaks free.

But for what purpose?

I want Web3 to go mainstream not because of its technology (because that, forgive me, is fucking boring), but because of the game. Because of an engaging presentation.

I want to set a new standard for the execution of meme projects, so that there's simply no room left for junk. Memes are the engine of of Web3, but they need to be made interesting; they need a story.

Everyone knows "Toy Story" and becomes a fan.

Everyone knows Warcraft and becomes a pro gamer.

Everyone knows The Avengers and lives the dream of seeing the actors in person.

And what does Web3 have? A frog. Diamond hands. "To the moon," which screwed most people over. Dogs, cats, and, as the pinnacle of this cesspool, pump.fun.

I'm not saying this stuff shouldn't exist. It should. But in the right proportion. Because a degen, upon realizing their mistakes, will simply leave this space if there's no alternative to frogs and pump.fun.

So let's create that space.

A little risky, a little safe, very creative, gamified from head to toe. Without technical manuals and mile-long consensus papers. But most importantly, a friendly universe that leaves you with a fascinating feeling.

Right now, it looks like this: 10% of projects are pulling the industry forward, 20% are trying to leech off them, and 60-70% is just junk, frogs, and pump.fun. There are your pumps and dumps.

I see it differently.

50% — technical projects that provide technology and improve the network.

10% — technical breakthroughs that set a new direction.

35% — creative projects, like this one. Their job isn't just to entertain. Their job is to be the bridge. They must synthesize and integrate complex technical solutions from the first two clusters so that the player doesn't even realize they're already using them. This is the main mission of the creative cluster: to introduce and implement technology through play, turning people into residents of Web3, not just users.

And only 5% — for all the other junk. Let them fight for their slice.

This is what should give Web3 a new perspective, a new form, new possibilities.

And I think I know how to do it...

...or maybe not.

This is how I've greeted you, residents of Web3. But this isn't just my greeting—it's my invitation. An invitation to a dialogue, to a game, to the joint creation of digital madness. I set this bar not to impress you, but to find those who want to experiment alongside me.

For those who resonate with this! And I'm damn curious to see where these experiments will lead and whom I will meet on my path.

Welcome to the game!

This is an experiment, not an investment company. The W3glitch protocol is provided 'AS IS', without any promises or guarantees.

By sending 'fuel for the experiment', you are not buying a token, a share, or the right to future profits. You are burning resources for the pure art of chaos.

If nothing comes of this, the only 'proof-of-support' you can count on is a Big Mac on me when I go back to my shift at McDonald's.