PEPE Gerbil

#PEPEgerbil is a collector of many trinkets. They came from the soggy tunnels below the PEPEswamp. Their most prized possession is a swamp pearl than sank through the bottom of the swamp and fell out of the roof of one of the tunnels and dropped onto their head as they walked by.

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1/6 #PEPEgerbil looks down upon the object resting safely in their arms. Like always when this thing is taken in hand, its owner's eyes become glazed, and an enigmatic smile appears upon sausage-like lips. 2/6 What is this pretty thing? This fancy. Made of ancient looking glass and giving off a soft blue-green glow. A container maybe, a phial? A beautiful artifact in itself certainly, yet it's what lies within this vessel that is the true treasure. 3/6 Many cultures throughout the ages have a version of this potion. Some call it The Philosopher's Stone, Hindu scriptures talk of Amrita. In Mesopotamia, the Epic of Gilgamesh names this very tincture within its ancient verses. 4/6 #PEPEgerbil however has another name for this ethereal bitter black liquid. 5/6 This is their precious 'Elixir of Dankness'. One who takes a draught of this alchemy is granted the ability to create the very dankest of memes. Memes so powerful and virulent in their nature that they enter and inhabit the very soul of all they touch. 6/6 Another glance from #PEPEgerbil betrays in its expression the constant, overwhelming fear of losing the Elixir. At all costs, it must be kept safe, and it must be kept secret.

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1/2 Twitter was buzzing. They were the talk of the town. Everyone knew what was going down. Pepe joked how it started as love at first bite. That wormy just oozed pink juicy delight. 2/2 But that’s not where this story does end. Pepe you see, he made a new friend. It was written in the code, true destiny. Pepe and @TheWormNFT - OGs meant to be. United by block, these two bound by chain. Immutable love is the name of the game.

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Only one thing could have brought gerbil and humankind together. The evil we faced... That dark, almost formless, entity of pure apathy. It constantly emanated fear, uncertainty, and doubt. That thing that threatened to destroy us all. Many a brave warrior saw that evil shadow and simply left its space. But we stood with him. We followed him. We won. Thanks to, #PEPEgerbil You might be confused. I first met #PEPEgerbil in a tavern. He was not the hero from the tales then. He was a veteran soldier, from nowhere in particular. He was drunk and seemed defeated. He was to be my commanding officer in the coming conflict. He looked tired. Desperately tired. He always clutched that thing. Always in his left hand. His precious. The symbol of everything he had lost, or so he thought. He drowned his sorrows and himself. He disappeared into the bottle, I was sure all was lost. One moment we were in the tavern. The next I was “helping” #PEPEgerbil back to his room Taking off his boots because he couldn’t do it himself. Then we were in the mist of the chaos. The battle raged and our spirits broke. All I smelled was blood and sweat. I heard nothing... I saw nothing, until... I saw #PEPEgerbil fall to his knee in the mud. Something strange caught my eye. #PEPEgerbil was gazing into his open left palm. At his precious thing. I had never seen it before, or since. It was a 20-sided gem of red color. It seemed to glow from within I had never seen its like. As If that were not enough... I still struggle to believe what came next.. I know it defies reason... The reader may abandon my tale now with no judgment from me... But I tell you it was as if I was transported within the gem with him. I could clearly see a different image on each facet. Some looked like cartoon monkeys, some penguins, some things I couldn’t even pretend to identify. I was at a loss... Many years after the events I describe. I was able to ask #PEPEgerbil what had happened. He didn't talk for a long time. I was sure he had decided not to answer. He quietly said “I remembered” Every image on that polyhedron represents more than just my loses. They represent more than the rugs that were pulled from under my feet. Each image represents the memories I made collecting it. Each image represents the people I met along the way. People who supported me, taught me, pushed me. People who held me back, failed me, tricked me. Good people and bad people. I remembered that each image represented real people. People worth fighting for. We all know what happened once #PEPEgerbil looked up from that gem... The great battle turned. #PEPEgerbil rose from the mud and grime. Clutching his precious in one hand and his battle axe in the other. He charged into the fray. Followed by many. Me amongst them. The universe seemed to mark his arrival at the final confrontation with a thunderous clap. A great lightning bolt struck the ground before him as, #PEPEgerbil leapt into the air. He glided towards the darkness. A look a wild glee upon his face. #PEPEgerbil’s axe struck true as he screamed the battle cry of his people. The one we all know and repeat to this day... WE’RE ALL GONNA MAKE IT.

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PEPEGerbils are obsessed by fine art, they need it to exist. The humdrum of daily life brought about by the existence of a creativity void. PEPEGerbils are on a mission to bring the life and verve back to their home. Existing around our awareness, moving in the shadows of our orderly lives, waiting for us to strike out and find those first sparks of creation. They feed on creativity, imagination and talent. They find any form of creativity precious and want people to enjoy their creative and emotional freedom. If you don’t care enough for your work, you may find PEPEGerbils are after it, to give your work the love it deserves. Their precious’s are your unloved creations...

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1/4 @NonFunGerbils @pepelangelo Alright! #PEPEgerbil is cool. Very cool! Not only because it is an ectothermic amphibian but because it’s the wisest and smartest of the animals too! The story goes so far that many associate PEPE with the creation of cryptocurrencies. 2/4 The urban legend says that PEPE isolated from the world in a cave close to a lake and wrote what himself considered a very basic whitepaper, later to serve as a starting point for the world of cryptocurrencies. 3/4 Obviously this legend gave PEPE so much power and popularity that he is now competing the world’s richest man in meme value. Though anyone can say that this was an expected outcome as he is way more cool than a twitter negotiator. 4/4 The future is bright for him and his history is engraved in the long ledgers of multiple blockchains. That’s #PEPEgerbil!

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# #PEPEGerbil 07/08/22(Sun)00:00:00 No.69420 >Be me >Hideous, lonely frog thing, but, >s’allgoodcopium.jpg >Get message from some girl on Twitter >Asks if I want a new, better life in her army >Bit hesitant but feel compelled to agree >She tells me to meet at her lab tomorrow >Lay awake all night scared but quite excited about a new life >Arrive at lab >She’s silent but ushers me to follow her >Walk though lab seeing grotesque things in vials and tubes everywhere >existentialdread.png >She points at a chamber telling me to get in >Tell her I’m a bit scared. . . >She comforts me and guides me in >Door closes and smoke fills the chamber >Hear her muffled voice on the other side of the door >“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. It’ll be worth it” >A single tear rolls down my face >Smoke blinds me and I pass out >Wake up in a cage >cavemanspongebob.jpg >I touch my arms and face. . . >Hair. Lots of hair. No, fur! >See a mirror to my right >“I’m a gerbil” >Giant girl peering at me from the outside of the cage >Girl says “No, you’re #PEPEgerbil and this is your new home” >I look around the lab from behind the cage bars. There is a million other PEPEGerbils like me in small cages >She hands me a seed with 12 small random words written on it >She tells me to keep it safe. >Weeks go by. More and more gerbils accumulate in the lab >My cage is real comfortable and the other gerbils are nice and welcoming >Turns out the girls name is Pepelangelo and likes to make freaky abominations >She will sometimes run into the lab and shout #WAAGMI and all the other gerbils cheer >Although I’m horribly mutated and deformed; I feel more ‘at home’ than I ever have >The girl was right! This is a better life! >Girl comes back and asks if I have looked inside the seed yet >tell her no, and then open it. >She tells me "Seeds are one of the most precious things you can own, but its the stuff inside thats truly divine." >I see a picture of myself holding the seed >She tells me I am going to make a lot of people happy with that portrait >Another tear rolls down my face >Feels good man!

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1/3 We all know #FarmerGerbil - but how well do you know his second-cousin #PepeGerbil? PepeGerbil was not born into golden fields and fertile soil as was his gerbil kin we know, but rather spawned from the marshy swampland more befitting froggos and trolls. 2/3 The rumors swirled amongst the family about his greenish hue, enlarged eyes and extraordinary meme skills, but always as hushed whispers and cheeky anon forum posts. Legend has it that #PepeGerbil has diamond paws, but his obsession is a single putrid rotting seed - 3/3 practically compost at this point of decomposition within his clenched paw. It wouldn't have grown even if it had been planted, but he holds tight to the seed and the hope that it may one day transform into a magical money tree - no action needed.

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#PEPEgerbil was born in a swamp by unknown parents. They didn't have many neighbors, because of the high amount of toxic waste in the dam, but they had a juicy can of worms they admired each day, looking forward to the day they got visitors and could open it up for the feast

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The great and powerful #pepegerbil owed all his mystical and powerful powers to his precious powerful lima bean OF DOOM. Whatever he wanted, as long as he could make a powerful meme of it with his precious powerful lima bean OF DOOM it would come true. Also, an altcoin would die.

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His fur was ruffled and his wide frog like lips trembled letcherously in anticipation. Pepe Gerbil was excited. Although it was still dark Pepe Gerbil could see well enough through the dark, dank meme lined tunnels that he called home. He could see the outline of his treasure, his illicit gift, the one thing he loved and had saved from the ashes of his ancestral home. No one knew he had survived the fire that night. No one knew he had started the fire that night. No one could ever know, or he would risk loosing it. His only prize, his one true love. His beloved. Sitting in the stench of the tunnels, Pepe Gerbil often recalled what he’d done. Recalled , but never regretted. He had his treasure, he had his trophy. It was worth it. Only rarely did Pepe Gerbil allow himself to glance upon his prize. He couldn’t look at it often, it was too much. And when he allowed himself to hold it… Pepe Gerbil shivered. It was time. Pepe Gerbil scurried forward excitedly. He ignored the comical memes and the trolling graffiti that decorated the tunnel walls. He would enjoy that another time. Right now, now. Was time for his precious. It was wrapped carefully, protected from the elements. He released it carefully and slowly. He stretched the moment. It was bliss. His prize, his treasure. His , or rather his previous masters, twelve words, etched into metal.

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