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This clay monkey bought the dip so hard the dev asked him what the roadmap was. Lost an eye in the last bear market. Replaced it with a bionic one that tracks whale wallets and detects bullshit. First time he opened crypto Twitter, it overheated. Doctor told him to avoid excessive exposure to paid influencers. He muted six accounts. Vision immediately improved. For months, he sat in the jungle watching people post “conviction” while moving their entire bags to an exchange. He kept notes. Then one morning, his eye flashed red. Target acquired. He connected his wallet. Three whales canceled their sell orders. The founder fixed the website. A moderator who’d been “dealing with personal stuff” for six months suddenly asked how everyone was doing. His first buy triggered a whale alert. His second triggered a team meeting. By the third, the whale alert account just posted: “Same fucking monkey.” A chart analyst drew a resistance line. He bought through it. The analyst drew another. He bought through that one too. After the fourth, the analyst put down the crayons and applied to be his gardener. “Finally,” the monkey said. “Some support you can actually maintain.” By noon, his accountant needed an accountant. His bank called to ask about unusual activity. He asked them to be more specific. “The incoming transfer.” “That’s lunch money.” “Sir, it’s more than this branch manages.” “Then put me through to a bigger branch.” An influencer slid into his DMs offering access to an exclusive whale group. He joined. Scanned the wallets. Read three messages about “sending this to billions.” “Cute. A petting zoo.” He left before they could charge him $99. Then a VC offered to make him a partner. The monkey asked what they brought to the table. “Connections.” He pointed at the Wi-Fi router. “Already got those.” By dinner, six trading groups were tracking his wallet. Two podcasts were debating whether he was institutional money. A guy with 47 followers posted a thread explaining how he’d discovered him. They’d never fucking spoken. Someone finally asked for his secret. He leaned forward. The bionic eye focused. “I bought while you were waiting for your favorite account to tell you it was safe.” Silence. Then seventeen people asked if it was still a good entry. He closed the app. Posted one final message: “Taking some time off.” The jungle panicked. Mods opened an emergency Space. Analysts circled a transfer between his own wallets. Someone called it “concerning on-chain behavior.” He was buying a yacht. The broker asked about financing. The monkey thought he was being asked for a loan. By sunset, he was offshore, banana daiquiri in hand, watching the timeline argue about his next move. His bionic eye pinged. An influencer had posted: “Just got off a call with him. Huge things coming.” He too no call, he probably spent the last forty minutes talking to a fucking pelican.

Monday. Boss thinks I’m checking spreadsheets. I’m calculating how many clay cats this meeting could’ve paid for.

New PFP. My blue point, Kramer. Sleeps 18 hours a day, screams over a half-empty bowl, and knocks shit down for me to clean up. Naturally, he’s @ClayStonKz most important advisor. At least he dumps in a box instead of on the community. #NewProfilePic

Thank you to everyone who clocked in for the Autumn Cull. You walked into a butcher shop, trusted a Pig and a Frog, and somehow left with Cats and Monkeys. Some Bears and Bulls weren’t so lucky. As a solo artist, seeing you show up, collect, and make these characters your own means everything. Thank you for being part of what I’m building. Now show me the Clay you got from your Cull. Who made it out?

The Autumn Cull nitter.cf/i/trending/21163340653…

The knives are sharp.. Time to bring in another butcher. 🔪 Welcome @TooMazing265 as our new Community Manager.. Head of Good Vibes, X Outreach & Weaponized Shitposting! His desk is a chopping block. His office is the trenches. HR has been culled. Give him a follow. Make some noise. Try not to bleed on his first day!

THE AUTUMN CULL 🔪
Friday, October 30 • 5PM PT | 8PM ET Bears and Bulls face the cull.
Pigs and Frogs clock in. 🐱 999 Cats
🐵 222 Monkeys KNOW YOUR BUTCHER 🐷 Pig → Cat
🐸 Frog → Monkey Each creature requires burning 1 Bear + 1 Bull. Two Bears or two Bulls won’t work. You keep your butcher. Your Bears and Bulls don’t come back. CLOCK IN 🕐 Mint up to 3 Cats or 3 Monkeys per transaction. Each creature requires its own Bear + Bull pair. After each mint, your Pig or Frog rests for 4 minutes, 20 seconds. Then it’s ready for another shift while supply lasts. OVERTIME 🔓 Monkeys sell out → Frogs can make Cats immediately. Cats sell out AND 4 hours, 20 minutes have passed since the Cat mint opened → Pigs can make Monkeys. Same sacrifice: 1 Bear + 1 Bull per creature. THE REVEAL 🎨 No pre-reveal. Your Cat or Monkey shows its final art about a minute after minting. The cull will take place exclusively at ClayStonKz.com. I built them by hand.
You decide who survives. The next chapter of Clay StonKz is carved from the first. 🔪

Look at me.. Look at me.. I am the captain now.

I brought these animals into the world by hand. Now you’ll decide which ones leave it. Bulls & Bears face the cull. 
Pigs & Frogs hold the knife. The next chapter of Clay has a body count. THE AUTUMN CULL IS COMING.

For people who start with stocks and find their way into digital collectibles, @ClayStonKz speaks a language they already know. Bulls. Bears. Pigs. Market culture brought to life by hand. Whether you’re buying your first collectible or have been here for years, there’s a place for you in Clay. We have the art. We’re building the lore. Together, we’re shaping an identity that I believe can define the PFP culture on Robinhood. Built by my hands. Brought to life by all of us.