In the stillness of the night, it begins. A single moment, a whisper in the void. The coin drops, echoing across the digital abyss, and for those paying attention, the Contract Address emerges—etched into the web like an ominous message scrawled on a forgotten tombstone. It spreads, not as an announcement, but a haunting, inevitable force, reaching every dark corner of the socials.

From the shadows, they will rise. Artists, creators, cryptic souls with a vision for a tombstone character to represent the dark world of $RIP. The contest begins, but this isn’t just a call for art—it’s a summoning. Only those who truly understand the nature of the grave will succeed. The art must not only reflect a tombstone, but capture the very essence of what it means to rest in peace… or to not rest at all.

The community grows, but not through hope or joy—through challenge and decision. Every week, the poll of fate will emerge, offering a choice: Burn the coins, cast them into the digital void, or offer them as a lifeline to a soul in need. Who will be worthy? Who will face the fire? The community will decide, and every vote will be a step further into the unknown. Beware, for once the decision is made, there is no turning back.