TRENCHOOR | From The Trenches

FIELD OPERATIONS BRIEFING

1,000,000,000

TOTAL SUPPLY

CLASSIFIED

OPERATION: FALLEN SOLDIER RELIEF

War is hell, soldier. We've all seen it—brave degens charging into battle, only to watch their portfolios get carpet-bombed into oblivion. Good men and women who lost more than 1 SOL in the trenches.

Their families wait at home, refreshing Phantom wallets that'll never pump again. Wives. Husbands. Children. All wondering if papa's bags will ever recover.

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THE MISSION: A portion of every battle goes directly to supporting the families of war-torn trenchers. Those who gave more than 1 SOL so that we could hold the line. Their sacrifice will not be forgotten.

When you buy $TRENCHOORS, you're not just aping—you're honoring the fallen. You're telling every liquidated degen: "Your loss was not in vain, soldier."

SUPPLY 1B

TAX 0%

LP BURNED

MISSION ACTIVE

MEET THE SOLDIER

TOP SECRET

THE TRENCHOOR

RANK: DEGEN FIRST CLASS

CODENAME: Born To Feel

STATUS: ACTIVE (BARELY)

SPECIALTY: Staring at Pump.fun new pairs

KILL COUNT: 0 (Self-inflicted wounds only)

NOTABLE ACHIEVEMENT: Losing 90% of port in 2 hours

⚠️ COMBAT RECORD

Bought every top with surgical precision
Paper handed the only 100x of his career
Has never seen a green portfolio
Laser eyes activated but vision still blurry
Survived 47 rugs, learned nothing

"I don't need sleep. I need to watch this chart crab for 6 more hours."

DISPATCHES FROM THE TRENCHES

THE FIRST APE

In the darkest hour of the bear market, when hope had abandoned the battlefield, one degen rose from the mud. With nothing but 0.5 SOL and diamond hands forged in the fires of a thousand rugs, he charged into the unknown.

"I didn't come here to survive. I came here to APE."

THE BATTLE OF RED CANDLES

They said the dump would never end. Liquidations rained from the sky like artillery fire. But the Trenchoors held the line. Through -90% drawdowns and FUD bombardments, they refused to sell. Their hands? Harder than depleted uranium.

"Paper hands get paper graves."

III

LETTERS HOME

Dear Mom, tell the family I'm still holding. The jeets retreated at dawn, but we remain. Our bags are heavy, but our conviction is heavier. If I don't make it to Valhalla, remember me as the degen who never folded.

"WAGMI or we die trying."

THE MIDNIGHT PUMP

3 AM. The charts went vertical. Green candles illuminated No Man's Land like tracer fire. Veterans wept into their keyboards. The new recruits finally understood—this is what we trained for. This is why we held.

"When in doubt, zoom out. When zoomed out, APE harder."

THE UNKNOWN SOLDIER

Nobody knows his wallet. Nobody knows his face. But every Trenchoor knows his legend—the anon who bought the bottom and never sold. Some say he's still out there, waiting for the next 1000x.

"In the trenches, we are all anon. We are all family."

THE DEGEN'S CREED

This is my bag. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My bag is my best friend. Without me, my bag is worthless. Without my bag, I am just another normie. I will hold my bag true.

"NFA but also definitely FA. APE RESPONSIBLY."