just a boi. on a mission.
No suits. No whitepapers. No quarterly earnings calls. A meme-fueled vehicle aimed at one celestial body, propelled by sheer internet energy and the collective will of degens with dreams.
MOONBOI was scribbled on a napkin at 3:47am by a guy named Henrico, who, in his own words, "saw the moon and felt called." The napkin became a contract. The contract became a community. The community became, well — you. Hi.
No promises. No roadmap to disrupting Web3 banking infrastructure. Just one tiny astronaut boi, one token, and an entire ZIP code's worth of internet weirdos cheering him on into the dark.
Token deployed. Liquidity locked for 13 months. First 1,000 holders unlock a hidden discord channel called "the cargo bay" — exact contents pending vibe check.
Sticker drops at three skate shops in Lisbon. Meme contest with a 47,200 token prize pool. Surprise collab with a man who paints mailboxes for a living.
Listings on the exchanges you've heard of. NFT companion piece: 888 hand-traced astronaut bois. A bronze boi statue mysteriously appears in Berlin.
Holder governance for the next mission. We legitimately do not know what comes after this — and that, in fact, is the point. See you up there.
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