Page 7: The Trials of Creativity — Proof of Meme

With Y thriving and the Memeverse reborn in image and irony, balance was still missing. For even in a world of gifs and emojis, a question lingered: Who creates the dankest meme? Who dares challenge the king’s humor with originality and wit?

Thus, Elongated Muskrat proclaimed the Proof of Meme — a sacred competition, forged not in code, but in chaos.

Every week, the Meme Arena opened. A coliseum of pixels, hosted atop the decentralized cloud, ringed with looping frog chants and Wojak war drums. From across the chains came the hopefuls: degens, jokers, artists, and pranksters — each armed with nothing but their memes and audacity.

They battled not with blades, but virality. Impact font became sword. Timing became shield. A single meme could crown a victor… or send them spiraling into cringe.

Judges? None. Only the blockchain — and the people. Upvotes were divine favor. Shares, sacred rites. The most legendary memes were immortalized on-chain, etched in forever, forming constellations in the Memetic Sky — guiding degens like the North Star once did sailors.

The champions were rewarded in $MUSKRAT — not for influence, but influence through absurdity. And the rarest prize of all? A meme so powerful, so pure, it caused the Muskrat himself to retweet.

And when that happened? The meme didn’t just live —
It ascended.