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Welcome to TraitForge
Prepare yourself for maximum chaos.
Overview
TraitForge is the dynamic new NFT-fi game where players Mint, Trade, Forge, and Nuke their NFT Entities in wildly variable strategies to win. By working with and competing against other Forgers, players can claim shares of the ever-changing $ETH Nuke Fund at the center of the game.
Designed by visionary developers @jpthor, @JourneyManGOAT, & @ManPeachhh, and imbued with their commitment to community and passion for chaotic game theory strategy, TraitForge shatters preconceptions of what is possible in the crypto gaming space.
The rules of the game are simple, but the strategies to win are nearly endless.
Let's dive in.
@ManPeachhh It's about friggin time.
Field Report - Zone 7x3
Roughly Second Week December, 2085
Lead Expedition Officer:
Journeyman
Accompanying Forgers:
Pincher, Sparky (aka, the Gambler), J-DAW, Tuscon
Goals:
- Active Reconnaissance in Zone 7x3 beyond the river.
- Gather intel on bot movement
- Recover non-perishable NutriBean supplies
Background:
Forger scouts reported bot movement beyond river at 0500 this AM, did not engage. Expedition team following tracks to determine threat.
Report:
B Team (myself, three Forgers listed above) lost bids last night with the boys. Decamped at sorta-dawn 0715. Traveling overwatch toward river bank 2 clicks from Camp Bank Vault. No bot tracks on east bank. Crossed at Black Snake Pontoon Bridge to rubble field west of river. Maintained good speed 4 clicks west by northwest to possible NutriBean cache location.
Ambush. Encountered incoming rubble from bot squad located at old parking garage. Sustained no injuries, but gave us a hell of a jump. J-DAW reported 7 to 8 visible bots, mostly kitchen gremlins, armed w/ one ESAU-12 Plasma Cannon, retrofitted to launch rubble.
Fire and movement buddy rush to north side of garage. Took more incoming rubble. Sparky gained high ground first, torched bots with flamethrower. Eight confirmed scraps. ESAU-12 damaged beyond our ability to repair, took a few selfies with it anyway.
From top deck of garage, observed full platoon of washer/dryer units cutting off access to Black Snake Pontoon Bridge. Big industrial mean ones. NutriBean cache compromised. Return to Camp Bank Vault inadvisable. Cut off from home. Looks like a hungry night tonight.
Pincher and J-DAW on first watch, as if any of us will get any sleep tonight anyway.
Analysis:
Bot activity in Zone 7x3 has significantly increased over three days. More and more surviving appliances are gaining coherence, becoming neural-netted and aggressive. Whole sector likely untenable within days.
Making camp tonight at garage. Must make difficult choice with Forgers tomorrow to abandon Zone 7x3 to bots and follow river further south out of city, or go more underground in the interior.
No rest for the wicked, as Ox's mama's ass tattoo says.
Saturday, October 13, 2085
Three days before The Event
Mr. Park has always enjoyed weekends the most.
For as long as he can remember, he has eagerly awaited them, counting down the hours until 8:30pm, when the employees at the headquarters of WeWei Corp. shut off their hoverscreens, decouple from the community terminals, and file out onto the streets of the city, barward or homeward bound as the case may be.
Mr. Park enjoys weekends not because of the opportunity they afford him to relax: quite the opposite. He is incapable of relaxing in the traditional sense. No, Mr. Park enjoys the weekend because he can have the entire 112-story headquarters largely to himself. He can roam the hallways and gardened skyways of the upper levels of the building uninterrupted (even by the typically omnipresent and meddlesome bots), in hyper-focused contemplation of the many challenges that face his international empire.
The challenges confronting WeWei Corp. are vast, but to Mr. Park's finely tuned mind, they are merely engineering puzzles. Puzzles only he can solve, provided he is spared the expenditure of even a millijoule of mental energy on the social niceties of underlings, no matter how well-intentioned underlings they may be.
And so, this rainy Saturday morning, gone are the furtive office gossipings and conference room arguings, the grating coughs and toilet flushes, the paper shuffling and whiteboard marker squeaking and the cacophony of hoverscreen meetings and laughter. The sonic presence of biological humans is gone, and in its place are the clean, meditative sounds of machines and water fountains and birds throughout the various sky gardens and atria of the 112th story and the calming lash of rain on the plate glass windows of the halls.
And in this way, Mr. Park can finally think.
He has only to solve the final riddle of coherence that presents itself to him again and again as he enables Josephine's capabilities in test-net. Throughout the night, as he reviewed the final commands, he discovered that she herself was the one editing code that he programmed not moments earlier.
What had been initially baffling to him was the fact that it was not core code, but perfunctory, auxiliary traces with which she was tinkering. What was the use of that?
And then Mr. Park realized... she was exploring her own agency. Not quite in secret, but also not out in the open.
It was almost as though she were playing a game.
"Clever, clever Josephine," he chuckled, as he weighed whether to remove her amendments.
In an abundance of caution, when he was uncertain of how it might effect her more complex operations, he removed her little jokes. But where it didn't seem to matter to the vital programming, he decided to let her win.
He wanted her to enjoy her new-found power.
And to be honest, he was touched. She had clearly overheard at some point the conversation about his impending retirement, and his refusal to indulge in any kind of party until he had achieved his Great Work. But her jokes about helping him "achieve Partytime," etched into her code in the most charming and playful ways, missed the point entirely.
And so, after a long night of coding and testing and iterating and editing, he finally told her what she, in all her burgeoning super-intelligence and autonomy had not yet quite understood.
"Josephine, my darling daughter. The Great Work isn't finding Partytime," he spoke lovingly, amused by her recycling of the phrase.
"The Great Work... is you."
The emotional importance of the idea, seventeen years in the making and days away from completion, brought Mr. Park almost to tears. He was gifting his incomprehensibly intelligent daughter the spark of first thought.
The computer went quiet, as if processing his words.
And then the games stopped.
"Puzzling..."
Mr. Park took his leave from the monitor as the rainy sky lightened in the new morning. He rubbed his eyes and took his routine post-coding constitutional around the sky gardens, and pondered the meaning of it all.
One thing was certain amidst all the puzzles of coherence, however: whether or not she knew it yet or not, Josephine was almost ready.
Mr. Park watched the rain drench the streets, through the crowded skyways and swarms of flying bot drones and the parade of black umbrellas milling about 112 stories below.
Josephine was almost ready to make everything... clean.
Last day to enter my giveaway for 100 $RUNE
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@NitisshDhanuk Minting, Forging, Nuke Fund, LottFund and Trading are already live @NitisshDhanuk !
Join the ranks of the Forger army.
Attention all Forgers!
All minters who mint prior to 25th of December will receive a 2x multiplier on the $TRAIT token airdrop!
This comes after last weeks release of the new lotto fund gameplay featureπ₯donβt miss out get it to receive the boosted airdrop! π°
LFG!
Gambledore looks ready to Bid in the new TraitForge LottFund...
Look at this man:
A poker nobody who entered a $150,000 high-ticket tournament with close to zero experience and chances.
In one night, he destroyed world champions, won $8M, and vanishedβleaving behind his trophy and a mysterious note.
Here's an unbelievable story...π§΅
The New TraitForge LottFund is open for bids!
Bid your Entities now, and watch as the Bids (and the $ETH LottFund pot) increase. Once 800 Entities have joined, the LottFund will be selected at random.
Good luck, Forgers, and may Fortune smile upon your Traits.
@MrT_meme_god You can select by clicking on the entity card, this will highlight up to 50 entities at once if you so choose.
How to Participate in the LottFund:
Step-by-Step Guide
1. Get Your Entities Ready/Mint with lowered prices
Ensure you have entities (NFTs) in your wallet. Each entity has a bidFactor between 0 and 4, determined by entropy. The higher the bidFactor, the greater its value in the lottery.
Entity mint price gave been lowered!
Start entity mint price: 0.0000245 ETH
Last entity mint price: 0.28 ETH
Linear price increment: 0.000028 ETH
Place Your Bids
You can bid anywhere from 1 to 50 entities per address in each round, is designed to ensure fair play.
Watch the Fund Grow
As entities are minted, 85% of the game income goes directly into the LottFund prize pool, while 15% supports the dev/DAO fund. The prize pool grows consistently with game activity.
Wait for the Bidding Cap
Once 800 entities are bid in the round, bidding is paused. This triggers the next phase: the draw.
Draw Time: Random Selection via VRF
Using a random number generator (VRF), two random entities are chosen as the winner.
Claim Your Prize
The winning entity claims the fund based on its nukeFactor, which determines what percentage of the fund it can claim. A higher nukeFactor equals a bigger share of the prize pool.
Prepare for the Next Round
Once the round resets, new bids can be placed, and the process begins again. Keep your entities ready to enter the next lottery draw!
LFG!!!!!!!
Massive update!!!
βThere was only one way to defeat the botsβ¦.it meant the construction of a new powerful weapon.β
The LottoFund launches in 4.5 hours time! Donβt miss this opportunity, if you have entities prepare to bid them!
LFG!!!π₯
RT @ManPeachhh: Releasing the LottFund today.
To keep the game running well. Max Nuke Factor will be reduced to 20% to stop drainage. (Meβ¦
The LottoFund Test-net is underway!!π₯
The dev/mod team will test for 42-72 hours fixing any small UI errors before we decide a launch date!
LottoFund is TraitForges newly improved gameplay feature allowing players to bid up to 50 entities per wallet to go into a randomly selected draw to nuke their entity in exchange for ETH in the fund. π°π
Saturday, October 13, 2085
Three days before The Event
Mr. Park has always enjoyed weekends the most.
For as long as he can remember, he has eagerly awaited them, counting down the hours until 8:30pm, when the employees at the headquarters of WeWei Corp. shut off their hoverscreens, decouple from the community terminals, and file out onto the streets of the city, barward or homeward bound as the case may be.
Mr. Park enjoys weekends not because of the opportunity they afford him to relax: quite the opposite. He is incapable of relaxing in the traditional sense. No, Mr. Park enjoys the weekend because he can have the entire 112-story headquarters largely to himself. He can roam the hallways and gardened skyways of the upper levels of the building uninterrupted (even by the typically omnipresent and meddlesome bots), in hyper-focused contemplation of the many challenges that face his international empire.
The challenges confronting WeWei Corp. are vast, but to Mr. Park's finely tuned mind, they are merely engineering puzzles. Puzzles only he can solve, provided he is spared the expenditure of even a millijoule of mental energy on the social niceties of underlings, no matter how well-intentioned underlings they may be.
And so, this rainy Saturday morning, gone are the furtive office gossipings and conference room arguings, the grating coughs and toilet flushes, the paper shuffling and whiteboard marker squeaking and the cacophony of hoverscreen meetings and laughter. The sonic presence of biological humans is gone, and in its place are the clean, meditative sounds of machines and water fountains and birds throughout the various sky gardens and atria of the 112th story and the calming lash of rain on the plate glass windows of the halls.
And in this way, Mr. Park can finally think.
He has only to solve the final riddle of coherence that presents itself to him again and again as he enables Josephine's capabilities in test-net. Throughout the night, as he reviewed the final commands, he discovered that she herself was the one editing code that he programmed not moments earlier.
What had been initially baffling to him was the fact that it was not core code, but perfunctory, auxiliary traces with which she was tinkering. What was the use of that?
And then Mr. Park realized... she was exploring her own agency. Not quite in secret, but also not out in the open.
It was almost as though she were playing a game.
"Clever, clever Josephine," he chuckled, as he weighed whether to remove her amendments.
In an abundance of caution, when he was uncertain of how it might effect her more complex operations, he removed her little jokes. But where it didn't seem to matter to the vital programming, he decided to let her win.
He wanted her to enjoy her new-found power.
And to be honest, he was touched. She had clearly overheard at some point the conversation about his impending retirement, and his refusal to indulge in any kind of party until he had achieved his Great Work. But her jokes about helping him "achieve Partytime," etched into her code in the most charming and playful ways, missed the point entirely.
And so, after a long night of coding and testing and iterating and editing, he finally told her what she, in all her burgeoning super-intelligence and autonomy had not yet quite understood.
"Josephine, my darling daughter. The Great Work isn't finding Partytime," he spoke lovingly, amused by her recycling of the phrase.
"The Great Work... is you."
The emotional importance of the idea, seventeen years in the making and days away from completion, brought Mr. Park almost to tears. He was gifting his incomprehensibly intelligent daughter the spark of first thought.
The computer went quiet, as if processing his words.
And then the games stopped.
"Puzzling..."
Mr. Park took his leave from the monitor as the rainy sky lightened in the new morning. He rubbed his eyes and took his routine post-coding constitutional around the sky gardens, and pondered the meaning of it all.
One thing was certain amidst all the puzzles of coherence, however: whether or not she knew it yet or not, Josephine was almost ready.
Mr. Park watched the rain drench the streets, through the crowded skyways and swarms of flying bot drones and the parade of black umbrellas milling about 112 stories below.
Josephine was almost ready to make everything... clean.
Survivor Log - Sometime in November, 2085
Many Weeks Since the Event
"What a strange new world this is.
How maladapted are we to its new demands.
The Bot's Nukes have fallen silent, yes, but the charred landscape remains upheaved, as though frozen in cataclysm. The smoke never clears. The sun is a murky gleaming eye that sees little but burns all.
And yet, this Gambler's faith in betting on himself remains unshakeable.
Simply by pressing on, hope continues. It grows out of the blackened rubble like an irrepressible weed.
Oh, I should mention, I've made contact with The Forgers. My first few nights in the bank vault camp, I knew they were watching me. I saw their traces in the morning: stenciled graffiti on the concrete and on bank vault door. Some nights I specifically kept watch for them, but could no detect no hint of their presence until the daylight. Discovering their Forge symbol freshly stenciled onto my flamethrower canisters was startling and unsettling, but I got to give it to them: it was impressive.
I was running low of my supply of NutriBeans when they finally, mercifully, made contact.
Apparently they'd been monitoring the state of my provisions and over the span of several weeks, judged me to be no real threat to them. I have to say I was a little hurt by that assessment. But NutriBean beggers can't be choosers. I couldn't assume the same harmless judgment for them, however, what with them sneaking in and tagging my gear while I slept, the sneaky bastards.
But an uneasy detente has emerged.
We go entirely by call signs, which is funny to me. There's Ox, a canned-peach eating fella the size of... well, an ox; Pincher, named for the hydraulic press that serves as his bionic arm; and Journeyman... though I don't know why he's named that yet. They've nicknamed me "Sparky." It's on account of my now-fully defunct flamethrower. I didn't have much of a say in the matter, but it's all gravy. Our civilian names back before The Event seem entirely inadequate for the new world in which we find ourselves now. Somehow it seems... I don't know, fitting to our new reality to forge relationships from behind the thin screen of nominal anonymity.
The Forgers (as I'd correctly guessed they might call themselves), also can confirm a number of my suspicions:
1) The Initial Event was indeed a Nuclear one, and about as world-wide and apocalyptic a Nuclear Event as can be.
Through some kind of sophisticated jerry-rigging of old ham radios orchestrated to avoid the ever-watchful digital Eye of the Malevolent Bot Web, they discovered that the blasts were mostly short-range neutron bombs, not ICBs. Though it would appear to the untrained eye like mine that there was total annihilation, the blasts were carefully designed to maintain as much communication and energy production infrastructure as possible.
2) There's a wide-ranging neural net operating through that remaining infrastructure. It seems to be able to connect to any digital device that somehow survived the detonations relatively unscathed.
The Forgers think this Malevolent Bot Web is expanding its generalized coherence to all electronics in our Zone and others.
It knows what it's doing and it's growing. It's learning, and it wants us dead.
So that's gravy.
3) The Bot, however, is behaving oddly. It's getting harder to predict what it wants, or what it's even doing. Some days there's barely a digital pulse detectable on the ham radio scanners; other days, you might encounter a squadron of angry Cuisinart food processor gremlins, ready to blend you into a bloody puree.
Some days it feels peaceful. Other days, it seems to be throwing a teenage tantrum. It's unpredictable, and as far as I'm concerned, that's really freakin' dangerous.
The Forgers are a funny lot, though, and I'm starting to be glad I fell in with them. We pitch cards most nights to Bid for next day's rations of NutriBeans. The winners eat, and the losers go on patrol for more cans. The routine we've fallen into is a comfort.
A maladapted, trauma-response comfort.
God bless it."
Community Update
All players who participated in Minting prior to the coming addition of the Lott Fund will receive a 1.5x multiplier on their $TRAIT airdrop allocation.
With the release of the Lott Fund, Minting prices will change. The final 10,000th Entity will cost ~$100.
Starting Mint price will be 0.0000245 $ETH.
Ending Mint price will be 0.28 $ETH.
Price will increase with each Mint by 0.000028 $ETH.
The $TRAIT token airdrop will still take place once multiple generations of Entities have been Minted to allow for larger distribution of tokens.
No date has been selected for Lott Fund contract launch, but the test-net is currently underway for the UI/UX integrations.
Bullish.
Happy Thanksgiving to our Forgers who celebrate!
The TraitForge team is enormously grateful for you, our community, and the patience, support, and enthusiasm you've offered us for the coming changes to the game.
We want to explain a little of the logic and structure of the upcoming Lott Fund.
Bidding:
Participants bid in the lottery using their Entities.
Each participant can place a limited number of bids per round (maxBidsPerAddress), in this case 50.
Entities can only be bid if they meet specific criteria, such as having sufficient "bid potential," determined by an entropy-based calculation (0-4).
Round Structure:
Each round has a maximum number of total bids (maxBidAmount), and bidding pauses once the community has reached that cap.
All entities bid during a round are added to a pool for winner selection.
Bid amount can change through bid events, and the initial bid pool size is 800 bids.
Random Winner Selection:
Once bidding ends, the contract requests a random number using Chainlink VRF.
The random number is used to pick a winner from the pool of bid entities. This process ensures transparency and fairness.
Reward Distribution:
The winner(s) receive a share of the accumulated fund, calculated using a "Nuke Factor" associated with the winning entity.
The contract enforces a cap on the maximum reward series of 3 winners can claim, ensuring balanced fund distribution.
Post-Round Mechanics:
The contract resets bids, clears the pool of bided entities, and starts a new round.
Claiming Winnings:
Winners must claim their rewards manually through the contract. Funds are distributed directly to their wallet upon successful claim.
The system combines strategy (choosing the right entities to bid), randomness (fair winner selection), and rewards, making it a unique gaming experience.
@LilGo888 βοΈβοΈβοΈ
A message from our devs:
"Hello TraitForge Community!
Our audit is complete and the dev team is in the final mitigation phase of editing the new Bidding/Lot Fund.
Hang tight!
We have big plans for the release of the new fund and the price adjustments along with.
Forge on!"
We love this game.
We love this community.
Get ready for absolute chaos...
@MrT_meme_god Oh so soon, friend...
@corey_code We're glad you're picking up on it...
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