Blinding, horizonless expanse where gravity feels optional. The air hums with market chatter from nowhere. Tiny natural rips open and collapse — unstable, irresistible.

Meme Gods sit on thrones of pure hype (God-Pepe, Arch-Doge, Eternal Wojak), watching silently. Relic Keepers polish artifacts from legendary pumps.

• Relics of Ascension: “Elon’s Eternal Tweet”, “The First Bonk Bat”, “Genesis Shiba Collar”. Untouchable by mortals.
• The White is where meme-coin legends retire. Only true god-status returns here.

[HOLO LOG — DIMENSION: THE WHITE] Status: Spawned • Relics: Unknown • Hostiles: Unknown • Note: Meme Gods won’t speak unless you survive the Rooms.

Surreal, self-contained levels — each themed after a market meta or archetype. Backrooms meets shitposting. Every room is alive and wants you stuck.

• Trench Market (bagholder soldiers)
• Laundroverse (wash traders & Gas Goblins)
• Pharma Field (floating pills)
• Frog Throne (smug divine Pepe)

Relics of Hype — absurd, cursed items unique to each room. Survive enough, collect relics, maybe you’ll return to The White as a god. Fail, and you respawn broke.

[LOG — ROOMS] Status: Room #3 “Pharma Field” • Relic: Pill of Infinite Focus (9 min clarity → 3 hr cope) • Hostiles: Jeets, Snipers • Note: Every Room has an exit with a catch.

Infinite marble corridors lined with towering “blocks” like gravestones. Constant tick…tick…tick — a hardware wallet scrolling forever.

Validators stamp blocks with glowing seals. Orphan Blocks whisper ancient prices; listening too long makes you act on dead alpha.

HOLO sees his name carved with a liquidation price he hasn’t hit yet.

Degen fear: “Is my wallet tracked?” Hope: “What if I could see future txs?”

A void trading floor. Two living walls — one green, one red — collide like cosmic Tetris.

• The Bidders: paper-thin, chanting “send it”.
• The Asks: swollen and veined, whispering “dump it”.
• The Liquidators: sharks devouring anyone caught in the spread.

The Book tries to trap you on one side. Each time HOLO switches, a random part of him glitches — sometimes cosmetic, sometimes lethal.

Endless black ocean under a blood-red sky. Half-sunken yachts, busted chests, banners from dead projects drift past.

• Rug Sirens: glowing mascots singing 100x promises.
• Dev Whale: colossal beast with wallets chained to its back.
• Liquidity Eels: translucent, draining your energy (and bags).

Some relics still float — abandoned LPs, lost genesis tokens. HOLO files each siren’s song as “copypasta entries”.

• Block Snails (Ledger): leave glowing hashes; scream “GAS SPIKE” if stepped on.
• Bid Imps (Order Book): shove you into the green wall yelling “BUY THE DIP”. Bit my ankle; PnL +3% (??).
• Chart Leeches (Rooms — Trench Market): drink conviction; show a pump candle to shake them off.
• Gas Goblins (Rooms — Laundroverse): resell your own stuff with a gas markup.
• Liquidation Angel (Any): tattered suit, eyes are liquidation prices. Appears the moment you over-leverage.

PvP collectible card game set in the Holoverse. You’re a rival Holonaut, battling with creatures you’ve encountered, relics you’ve stolen, and events you’ve survived — all documented in HOLO logs.

Escape with the most Clout Points (CP) to flex in The White.

• Creatures — allies/monsters from dimensions
• Relics — equips & consumables
• Events — one-off swings, rugs, pumps, hacks
• Room cards — change the battlefield