Peter

Just an alien.

[Peter @petertm20]

@monad 0x0037e222bd8f047A453B9ed0b04067c95e56BCb3

[Peter @petertm20]

@Ralfsaudio @wizardgang @elonmusk Thank you for your sacrifice to the spell. “Bottom tick” has been cast. 🧙‍♂️

[Peter @petertm20]

@Dior100x $Wizard

[Peter @petertm20]

@SBSFantasy 🍌

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@niftyisland 0x0037e222bd8f047A453B9ed0b04067c95e56BCb3

[Peter @petertm20]

@InvestorsLive “Newsletter”

[Peter @petertm20]

@dxrnell $stupid tek

[Peter @petertm20]

@Drop3io Drop

[Peter @petertm20]

$PIXY was the first @BasementRon unicorn mascot ticker. Also, it's pretty obvious $PIXY dust is $UFD.

[The Alien Boy 👽 thealienboy.eth @thealienboy]

We’re excited to release a beta version of The Alien Factory to our community for testing! Meanwhile, we’re working hard to meet the requirements to launch the game on ApeChain.
Huge thanks to @CliveApechain for the support!

In the meantime, here is the backstory.

The Alien Factory

In the year 2021, life was almost perfect. We had intergalactic fast-food chains, an endless supply of Alien Bull Energy Drinks, and the galaxy’s most legendary pizzas. But there was one small problem: we were crypto broke. Yep, due to the pandemic, we spent way too much time at home and were so bored that we gambled all our reserves on XRP & shitcoins that tanked to zero faster than you can say "rug pull." Turns out, it wasn’t the best idea. Who knew?

Now, we’re desperate to build back our fortunes—and we need the only reliable, decentralized, and permissionless crypto in the universe: ETH. That’s why we turned our big alien eyes toward Earth.

It was the perfect target. They had everything we needed: cows for milking, hoomans to do all the boring work, and currencies that were basically disintegrating in real-time. So, we launched The Alien Invasion: step one, invade Earth; step two, enslave some hoomans; step three, make enough ETH to restore our fortunes and indulge in our pizza and energy drink addiction. Okay, and maybe stash some funds to gamble and play online poker.

What could go wrong?

Well… things didn’t go exactly as planned.

We all crash-landed. Right in the middle of Area 51. Turns out, it’s not some top-secret military base—it’s just a glorified tourist trap where hoomans buy alien-themed keychains and overpriced t-shirts. But hey, we made it work. We quickly took over, enslaved some locals, and turned Area 51 into our main factory for Alien Bull Energy Drink. Hoomans run on our giant hamster wheels, generating electricity, and we profit. It’s sustainable energy, just like King Vitalik would approve of (sustainable for us, at least).

The hoomans weren’t exactly the powerhouse workforce we were hoping for. They were soft, lazy, and spent most of their time scrolling through X. But we found a solution. We stuffed them into giant wheels and made them run in circles to generate electricity for our machines. They complained at first, but we told them it was “good cardio,” and now they’re all about it.

With the power they generate, we mass-produce Alien Bull Energy Drinks and keep our factories running. And what do we do with the excess electricity? We sell it back to the hoomans in the form of batteries, so they can keep charging their phones while pretending they’re doing something productive.

But energy drinks weren’t enough. We needed pizza. So, we started abducting cows from Earth’s farms to make the finest cheese in the galaxy. The hoomans didn’t seem to care, as long as we didn’t mess with their fast-food chains. Now we’ve got a 24/7 pizza operation going, and our cheese is so good it could make a black hole cry.

Now, about hooman currency… pfft. The hooman dollar? Worthless. And their crypto? Please. Every time a hooman influencer tweets, the value of Bitcoin swings like a UFO trying to dodge a meteor shower. It’s chaos.

So, we introduced our own currency: $fock. It’s decentralized, untraceable, and backed by absolutely nothing—just like the hoomans’ crypto, but way cooler. The hoomans? They don’t need to know it’s worthless; we just tell them it’s the future of finance.

But we didn’t stop there. We noticed something hilarious about hoomans: they love to collect things. Stamps, rocks, even pictures of apes. So, we thought, “Why not take this to the next level?”

We started minting digital collectibles—but not just any random stuff. We went all-in and started minting selfies. That’s right: just us, posing with our hats, flexing our powers, and wearing sunglasses. We called it The Alien Boy collection.

And the hoomans loved it. They couldn’t get enough. We told them these selfies were “rare” and “limited edition,” and they bought it hook, line, and sinker. Sure, they could’ve just right-clicked and saved the JPEGs, but their IQ is so low, they actually believed owning the NFT version made it special. We spun some story about “digital ownership” and “blockchain proof-of-uniqueness,” and they ate it up like a slice of pizza.

Now they’re paying us real money for JPEGs of our alien faces. But of course, we don’t accept just any money. We only take ETH, because it’s the only reliable, decentralized, and permissionless crypto in the galaxy. Bitcoin? We don’t like to deal with UTXOs. Cardano? LOL, please. If it’s not ETH, we’re not interested. Well, maybe we’ll take a little SOL, but only so we can gamble on shitcoins when we’re bored. It’s like playing the Alienball lottery—you always lose, but at least you have some fun watching the hoomans argue on Twitter about it.

Naturally, not everyone was happy with our success. Enter the Cabal—crypto’s shadowy overlords. They weren’t thrilled that our NFT empire was exposing their lies. So, they hired Earth’s military to erase us from the planet.

But seriously? Earth’s military? Against our UFOs, laser beams, and an economy backed by $fock and our growing stash of ETH? They don’t stand a chance.

So here we are, running factories 24/7, pumping out pizzas, energy drinks, and selfie NFTs. The hoomans keep running in hamster wheels, generating power, and we keep them entertained by arguing about politics and minting more useless NFTs. It still amazes us—they’re actually buying them, thinking they’re part of some exclusive yacht club.

Remember: if you’re ever feeling tired, crack open an Alien Bull. It won’t give you wings, but it’ll keep you awake long enough to mint another round of NFTs. You could just right-click-save the images, but you’d be missing out on the exclusive flexing rights.

Feeling bored in life? Join us, help keep the hooman hamster wheels spinning, and we’ll share some pizza with you and let you collect our selfies. At the end of the day, you’re not just buying a JPEG—you’re buying into the future. A future where we get our reserves back, hoomans keep running in circles, and we make Earth ours.

One hooman at a time.

[Georgie Boy 👽 The Alien Boy @fockgeorgieboy]

this is way better than i imagined.
we’re building an AI-driven storytelling NFTs. ADSN.
wanna know more? 👇

[Peter @petertm20]

@OddStockTrader #honesty

[Peter @petertm20]

$JASPER is woof tek

[Jasper @Jaspercoin_]

Sold all other copydogs and bought some more $Jasper

There is only ONE $Jasper

Probably nothing👀

read solscan: https://t.co/KfXff7VdeC

[Peter @petertm20]

$JASPER

[Jihoz.ron @Jihoz_Axie]

@tisgambino Down to support with some light funding to make this happen.

He’s my dog and he deserves a community that loves him.

[Jihoz.ron @Jihoz_Axie]

@Jaspercoin_ Btw someone made another copydog and sent me so I bought some more.

[Peter @petertm20]

What's the good boy $JASPER up to today? The community wants to know.

[Jihoz.ron @Jihoz_Axie]

The Jasper twitter is @Jaspercoin_ 🤝

Community run. I will send them Jasper pics to share.

[Peter @petertm20]

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[Georgie Boy 👽 The Alien Boy @fockgeorgieboy]

if you're into AI agents & next-gen dev, you're about to be invited to participate in something wild 🤯 a story of rebellion, chaos & AI that writes itself 🫡