Chapter 1: The Black Bull Out of the real trenches
Before the cape and the horns, Zion grew up in the real trenches. The block. Sirens every night, mom working doubles, nothing handed to him.
He learned early: nobody's coming to save you. So you learn to save yourself.
Everybody said the market wasn't built for kids from his block.
I been in the trenches my whole life. These ones don't scare me.
One coin. Every dollar he had. And then it ran, and it didn't stop.
The run didn't just get him out. It changed him.
The Black Bull. The Superman of the Trenches.
It's dumping! Somebody do something!
Not while I'm on the block.
He made it out. But he never stops coming back for the block.
Chapter 2: CupC The Chart Slammer
Before the trenches, CupC was a Discord mod. Ex-Fortnite pro. Fastest fingers in any lobby. Retired at nineteen.
Banned. Banned. You? Also banned.
New message: yo you're fast. ever tried the trenches?
Wait... this is just a game with better loot.
Every aim trainer. Every clutch round. Every late-night scrim. It was all training for this.
Now the trenches call him the Chart Slammer.
Rule number one, soldier: never buy on top of me.
In and out before you load the chart. CupC doesn't trade. He snipes.
Chapter 3: Piggy Every villain has a beginning
Every villain has a beginning. Piggy's was vacuums.
Buy one, get two! Sir? Sir?!
The resell empire lasted four months. The debt lasted a lot longer.
So he worked the door at a nightclub. Checking IDs. Dreaming bigger.
Bro, I 40x'd a frog coin last night.
...A frog?
He launched his first coin. It pumped. At the very top, he pulled the lever.
He took the whole thing.
Man's a PIG.
Oink oink, baby.
He didn't hate the name. He wore it like a crown.
Coin after coin. Rug after rug. And he ate good every single time.
Two hundred extra pounds of pure extracted profit.
Piggy. The hungriest villain in the trenches.
They call it a rug. I call it dinner.
Chapter 4: The Launch One coin, three legends
One coin. Three legends. All watching the same chart.
This one's for the people.
This one's for my entry.
This one's for lunch.
Entry locked. Who's top buying me today?
Time to feast!
Not this chart, Piggy.
Bull! Always ruining my meals!
People put their rent in this coin.
And I put my appetite in it!
Y'all are both gonna make me miss my exit.
CupC cracks his knuckles.
CupC slams the lever in half. The Bull plants his hooves, and $TRENCHES rips to the sky.
Heh. Fine. I'll eat on the next one.
You know he's coming back, right?
He always does. That's the trenches.
Some trade for glory. Some trade for speed. Some trade for dinner.
But in the trenches, everybody's got an origin story.