Page 5: The Wooden Chariot — Birth of Twigs

The meme had fire. Now it needed wheels.

From the submerged forge, Elongated Muskrat rose — soaked in prophecy, blazing with purpose. He emerged in a world addicted to overengineered hype machines, hypercars forged from greed and gas. But Muskrat had seen the future, and it rolled not on chrome, but on wood.

Deep in the Cosmic Forest, where ancient trees whispered HTML and birds tweeted literal tweets, he harvested sentient timber — blessed by the Forest Frogfather and oiled in the sap of sacred sarcasm.

And from this living wood, Muskrat crafted the Twigs: wooden electric chariots, sleek as a meme gone viral, silent as a cancelled influencer. Powered by meme-energy and steered by gut instinct, they zipped through eco-lanes leaving trails of emojis in their wake. No exhaust — just expression.

Each Twig was handcrafted. No two alike. No manuals. You either vibed with it… or you walked.

Where others built status symbols, Muskrat built statement vehicles. A jab at materialism, a wink to the absurd. Yet the joke… worked.

Twigs became the transport of the movement. Early adopters were memelords. Kids begged for wooden keys. Influencers tried to co-opt the trend and failed. You couldn’t fake a Twig — you had to deserve it.

Muskrat didn’t just give the meme wheels.

He gave it a destination.