We’ve endured it all — rugs, pumps, dumps, delays, hacks, failed launches, gas wars, mint droughts, influencer silence, and broken roadmaps. And somehow, we’re still here.
Not by luck. Not by timing.
By evolution.
We entered Web3 with hope.
Clean wallets. Sharp fits. Wide eyes.
No scars. No rugs. No reason to doubt.
Then came the trenches.
Days when gas was too high,
bags were too heavy,
and sleep was a myth.
We sat in VC calls in silence,
waiting on alpha that never came.
We held onto coins like they were promises.
We made art, flipped JPEGs, and fought FUD like it was war.
We starved during bear markets,
and overate hopium during bulls.
Bodies changed. Minds melted. Clothes shrunk.
Some of us got fat from the wait.
Others went lean from the losses.
T-shirts turned to tank tops. Hoodies wore thin.
Same fit, different cycle.
We wore pain on our sleeves
when we had sleeves left.
Some of us got:
Rugged and refunded in trauma
Wrecked by friends who “devved”
Scarred by 10 failed launches
Left behind by every “free mint”
Changed by the chain permanently
Even our fits tell the story:
Hoodies faded from holding
Jackets ripped from trenchwork
Chains downgraded to lanyards
Outfits got smaller not from fashion, from struggle
It’s the look in your eyes when the project rugs and you still say “next.”
It’s the beard grown from burnout,
the posture slouched from sniping,
the fits held together by pure willpower.
This space didn’t kill us.
It evolved us.
2000 EVOZ. Scarred. Mutated. Hardened by cycles.
Built for those who saw too much and stayed.
You’ve felt them too:
And our heads?
Some inflated with attention. Others cracked under collapse.
We weren't fresh anymore. We were forged.
The scars we wear aren’t just digital.
They’re burned into our avatars.
Every fur has its own battle history.
Inspired by the Trenches.
© EVOZ 2025
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Inspired by the Trenches.
© EVOZ 2025
“We minted burnout, not hype.”
“We didn’t die. We evolved.”