Do you remember the feast of Memecoin back in the day? Doge, Shib, early Pepe—waving the banner of "smashing memes to the world," dreaming of outside capital flooding in and exchanges bowing to welcome. Every holder firmly believed they were passionate comrades in WAGMI, and the entire race was swept up in a collective belief of unity.

The turning point came quickly. After Pump.fun appeared, the frenzy of one-click token issuance completely changed the game. Tens of thousands of new tokens erupted daily, and funds no longer expanded outward but instead spun wildly within the market. The once "collective party" gradually evolved into a dark forest-style gladiatorial arena.

The current logic is brutally clear: PVP replaced the camaraderie pact, and "running fast" became the only rule for survival. You're not earning the fruits of market growth but the sweat and blood of the next buyer ten minutes later. Your gains are the losses of the next community member. This is the purest zero-sum game—everyone holds the trigger to sell, always ready to backstab their teammates.

As everyone competes to see who can exit the scene faster, the word "community" is crushed to pieces, trust completely vanished. Memecoin has fallen from a cultural vessel into a mere gambling tool, and the entire race is in pain. In such an environment, those who genuinely build communities become the laughingstock, mocked as "fools" for their persistence.

But there are always a few "slow-reacting" participants who go against the tide of PVP, trying to replant the seeds of trust on this desolate battlefield.