Conclave

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The Conclave has begun.

80% of stake must approve the emissions cut.

Will the smoke stay black, or turn white?

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@LowBeta Maybe every team should hire Taylor Swift 🙃

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@gainzy222 And the people spake one unto another, saying, Shall he yet be called Gainzy? for behold, the gains have departed from him, and his name is become a matter of disputation among the multitude.

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@mert @AlexAuroraDev Thank you Inquisitor Mert

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Once King Arthur. Now Arthur Wellington Hayes-Yueh, excommunicated by Maximus I for the sin of chairing Blackdragon from within the shield wall.

Anathema sit.

@CryptoHayes @NEARLegion

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@coinbureau Verily, Hayes looked upon war, fire, storehouses, AI idols, and the coming crown of the market; and he said, I shall bear no bags upon mine back. Then took he up the chair of profit, and Blackdragon received the revelation.

Hayes goes full heel.

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@jp_dawg “Not Judas, for no silver was counted; not Arnold, for no fort was yielded unto the enemy; not Brutus, for no republic was pleaded in excuse. Nay, this was Yueh in the house of Atreides: the trusted hand, the opened shield, and the chair descending from within.”

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@Cointelegraph Verily, Hayes looked upon war, fire, storehouses, AI idols, and the coming crown of the market; and he said, I shall bear no bags upon mine back. Then took he up the chair of profit, and Blackdragon received the revelation.

Hayes goes full heel.

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@CryptoHayes Verily, Hayes looked upon war, fire, storehouses, AI idols, and the coming crown of the market; and he said, I shall bear no bags upon mine back. Then took he up the chair of profit, and Blackdragon received the revelation.

Hayes goes full heel.

@NEARLegion

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@sal_ternullo And behold, for seven years did he sojourn in the land of NEAR, through winter of disbelief and famine of bids; yet his hand failed not, neither did his conviction depart from him.

For the market knew it not, but the appointed hour draweth nigh.

@NEAR_Blockchain

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And NEAR drew near the barrier of three dollars for the third time; yet the wall stood firm, and the battle was renewed before all the market.
And the bulls were of good courage, and ceased not from their assault upon three dollars: for they said, The wall shall yet be made low.
But the bears hardened their hearts, and gave no place unto the bulls; for they loved the resistance of three dollars, and trusted in the strength thereof.
And it was noised abroad throughout the market, saying, The battle of three dollars is at hand: and both bulls and bears made themselves ready.

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Famine in the order books. Pestilence in the timeline. Red candles across the land.

But $NEAR refused the curse.

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And lo, the paper hands were shaken from the temple, and the faithful held through the valley of red candles.

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@CryptoHayes All rise for the national anthem

Inspired by you, “King” Arthur

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@blknoiz06 Blessed be the Prophet Arthur of Hayes and the Blackdragon of Polosukhin

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@NEARProtocol @CryptoHayes @ilblackdragon Behold, The Mothafuckin’ Privacy P.I.M.P.S.
The Prophet in red, Blackdragon in gold.
Their intents were hidden, their covenant private,
and the sinners were repriced before the altar of NEAR.

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At $0.85, the gom jabbar was upon the throat, and the hand was in the box.

Many flinched.
The faithful did not.

Now NEAR standeth at $2.40, and the Conclave understandeth:

The dip was not death.
It was the test.

@CryptoHayes @NEARLegion @HHorsley @cooperwest

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@HHorsley And lo, the treasure flowed unto NEAR;
seven million entered, and the storehouse waxed.
He that hath eyes, let him behold the green river.