just a pokemon guy — and that's, like, you know, fine

just a pokemon guy standing there, hands in pockets, vibing

unbothered

meet the guy.

he's a pokemon. yeah. that's basically it. wears a sweater. wears jeans. has hands in pockets like he's waiting for a bus that already left and somehow that's completely fine.

he was never picked by a trainer. he never battled team rocket. he didn't evolve. he watched the pokeball roll past him and just kinda shrugged. because at the end of the day, who needs that.

now he lives on pulsechain. don't ask why. he doesn't owe you an answer.

the vibe, decoded.

hands in pockets. always. even when there are no pockets, somehow the hands are still in them. that's the level we're operating at.
small smile. not a grin. not a smirk. a smile that says "i saw the chart and i am at peace with whatever that line decides to do today."
red shoes. one of them might be a different shoe. he's not gonna check. neither should you.
tail is the only loud thing about him. it does the lightning. he does the chilling. division of labor.
cheeks stay red because he heard about gas fees on ethereum once and he hasn't fully recovered.
never tweets. never posts. never replies. you find the guy. the guy does not find you.

things the guy has said while staring at a wall.

it's just a token. on a chain. with a frog logo. somewhere.

— the guy, tuesday, on a curb

i don't have a roadmap. i have a sidewalk. it's right here. you can walk on it too if you want.

— the guy, to a stranger who asked

pulsechain is, like, you know, a chain. and we're, like, on it. so.

— the guy, technically correct

i was supposed to be in a card game. it's chill though. cards are made of paper. paper rips. this is forever.

— the guy, philosophically

no i don't know what the ticker is doing. i don't even know what a ticker is. is it a clock thing?

— the guy, refreshingly

if you bought, cool. if you didn't, also cool. it's all just stuff happening on screens.

— the guy, with surprising wisdom

the four chapters

chapter one: the route

somewhere on a route with a number nobody remembers, a yellow guy stepped out of the tall grass. nobody threw a ball. nobody yelled "i choose you." he just kept walking in the general direction of nowhere in particular. that was eight years ago. he's still walking.

chapter two: the sweater

nobody knows where the sweater came from. one day he didn't have one. the next day he did. it's grey. it fits. case closed. the jeans came later in a similar manner. ask no further questions.

chapter three: the chain

the guy heard about a chain that refused to die. a chain full of frogs and conspiracy theories and people who'd been told to give up sixteen times and refused. he felt understood. he migrated. he stayed.

chapter four: pump.tires

a place opened up called pump.tires. nobody told him. he just kinda showed up in the launch list one day. he was always going to be here. the universe was just catching up to him. that's chapter four. there is no chapter five. chapter five is whatever happens next, which is, like, you know, fine.

how to be a guy.

a four-step regimen. results may vary.

put your hands in your pockets

doesn't matter what's happening. they go in the pockets. this is the foundation. this is everything.

don't have an opinion about it

price up? cool. price down? cool. someone fudding you in the replies? haven't seen it. couldn't see it. eyes are closed actually.

wear something soft

a sweater. a hoodie. a comforter you have safety-pinned into a poncho. comfort is the whole point. you are not here to impress.

just be a guy

that's it. that's the last step. it was the first step too. it's actually the only step. the other three were vibes.

launching on pump.tires

cop the guy.

or don't. genuinely no pressure. he'll be over there. on pulsechain. doing nothing. existing. waiting for nobody.

go find him on pump.tires

// only on pulsechain. the chain that wouldn't quit. //

he's a degen just a pokemon guy. and that's, like, you know, fine.