The I'm So Fucking Rich Coin ($WOW) is not a currency. It is not an investment. It is not a utility.
It is a ritual of financial absurdity — an eternal monument to ego, audacity, and the sacrificial glory of burning money for nothing but the story.
No governance. No perks. No roadmap.
Only the raw, public truth: You set fire to your wealth... and smiled.
Each $WOW is a self-inflicted wound — proof that you were willing to part with real value for the sake of pure digital clout.
The supply is finite: 21,000 coins, each harder to claim than the last. The minting ends when the final $WOW is created.
“I’m so fucking rich.”
You didn’t say it. You proved it.
The cost to mint a $WOW coin increases in stages — not as a promise of value, but as a punishment for hesitation. Early burns are cheap. Late burns are agonizing. That’s the game.
It’s not a curve. It’s a staircase to nowhere.
Mint as much $WOW as you want. Each mint is a complete act — indivisible, irreversible, and deeply personal.
The system computes your total ritual cost across tiers. Your wallet weeps. Your name rises.
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Her inheritance is encoded, unearned, and final.
This is hereditary digital divinity.
Q: Do I get anything?
A: You get to say you minted. That’s the whole point.
Q: Can I sell my $WOW coin?
A: Sure, if someone’s foolish enough to want yours. But why would you part with your scar?
Q: What happens when the mint costs 1000 SUI?
A: You ask your accountant to stop crying and press “Mint” anyway.
$WOW is not an investment.
It’s a ritualized digital burn — a proof-of-flex mechanism designed to destroy value and mint narrative.
There is no upside.
Only status, pain, and the legend of the burn.