This is my Ghoul. There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My Ghoul is my best friend. It is my afterlife. I must master it as I must master my death.
Without me, my Ghoul is valueless. Without my Ghoul, I am valueless. I must HODL my Ghoul true. I must hold tighter than my enemy who is trying to steal from me. I must stink bid him before he stink bids me.
My Ghoul and I know that what counts in war is not the white lists we acquire, the noise of our psyops, nor the wash trades we make. We know that it is the bids that count.
My Ghoul is ded, even as I am ded, because it is my death. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, and its traits. I will keep my Ghoul clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other.
Before BasedMoneyGod, I swear this creed. My Ghoul and I are the defenders of my crypt. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of all death. So be it, until victory is Based Ghouls' and there is no enemy, but peace!
