Glorp, the self-proclaimed Intergalactic Meme Prophet, sat in his low-gravity crash pad, deep within the neon-lit caverns of Mars. His antennae twitched as he scrolled through Earth’s internet, absorbing every bad financial decision humans had ever made. Dog coins. Frog coins. Coins based on literal vegetables. These Earthlings weren’t just degens—they were his kind of degens.

For centuries, the Martian High Council ignored him, claiming he was “too unhinged” to lead an economic revolution. But Glorp knew the truth: Earth was ripe for his ultimate creation. As he cracked open a fresh can of carbonated moon juice, he transmitted his final message to the galaxy:

"The humans have no idea what's coming. Their fragile markets, their centralized overlords—none of it will survive the Glorpening."

And so, GlorpCoin was born, the first token truly blessed by interstellar absurdity. A movement, a prophecy, a financial fever dream. Glorp has landed, and he’s taking over.