The Puppeteer

One hand, hundreds of strings, and a stage that only ever ends one way.

Panel 1. Wallet 7Gvu8...G9av. That's me. Tonight the stage is mine, and every puppet dances when I say.

Panel 2. 370 little dancers cut loose today. Fresh wood, fresh paint, all singing the same tune.

Panel 3. Watch the strings go slack. One by one. 355 puppets drop the second the curtain call hits.

Panel 4. Yesterday this desk was clean. Not one mark. Funny how fast a stage fills up.

Panel 5. The crowd paid to watch. 12000.1 SOL walked in through the lobby doors, chasing my little wooden stars.

Panel 6. The fat one tonight? $mayham. One whale, fifty SOL, dancing so pretty on my string. Curtain's down. I own the theatre.

On-chain — verify it yourself

• The Wolf: 7Gvu...G9av — 7Gvu8kG6uowwY8Q1sTai67j3347vikcykLNkqXDvG9av
• Fattest mark: mayham ($mayham) — 7VFs6Lb8zq1ypUU3oPMkVvgVuukWwgWxJQeLjBbKpump