The Treaty of the Trenches . $UNIFY . one coin, one wallet, one nap

We, the undersigned tribes of the trenches — pepes, doges, cats, mogs, brets, gms, bonks, wifs, fishermen, kings, skulls, streamers, fire-cats, and one very tired bear — weary of in-fighting, of warring tickers, of fragmented liquidity and identical floor mats, do hereby resolve, with this our sacred parchment, to lay down our arms (we did not have any) and our charts (we had too many) and to ratify, in the year MMXXVI, the present treaty, henceforth known and called The Treaty of the Trenches, under the singular and binding banner of the coin $UNIFY.

All pepes are one pepe.

The Council recognises that there has only ever been one frog. The argument is over. The frog is the frog. The variants are merely moods of the frog. Each mood retains its hat.

All doges admit they are the same doge.

The shibu, the floki, the bonk, and the dog with the hat have entered the conference room. They have left it. They have nodded once. The agreement is binding. It is also unspoken.

III

The cats keep the basement.

In exchange for ceasing hostilities, the cats are awarded permanent jurisdiction over the basement. This includes the laundry, the cardboard box, the sun puddle at 2pm, and one specific keyboard. The cats had this anyway.

No more separate liquidity. One pool, one pump.

The High Chancellor of Markets has decreed that fragmented pools dilute the will of the trenches. Henceforth all flows merge into a single $UNIFY pool. Anyone may withdraw; nobody will, because everyone agreed it was nicer here.

The treaty is enforced by sleep.

If the chart goes down, the holders close the laptop. If the chart goes up, the holders close the laptop. The laptop is the enforcer. The laptop has its own constitution. It is mostly cat hair.

The Treatyof theTrenches

by the act of ratification

signatories of the trenches

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by the act of ratification

signatories of the trenches