Linktime Storytime

[Anonymous No.13526305]

The year is 2025
A chainlink early adopter wanted to tip a waitress .005 LINK using his crypto wallet attached to an old smartphone of his. But due to a bug in the new Blockchain.info iOS app he tipped her 500 LINK! Once he discovers his mistake he devises a plan to seduce her and steal back the 500 LINK. He remembers that he can send her an encrypted message to her wallet LINK address and starts flirting with her over the net.

His intrigue falls apart when he discovers that she runs a squat for anarchists in her spare time. Despite this, he falls madly in love with her to due her charm and sex appeal (plus he needs a new thrill as his LINK gains have allows him to do everything he's ever wanted in life). He's torn between stealing the LINK back and buying an island, and letting her figure out what's up and changing her life practically over night. Heart wins over wallet, and he decides to propose a marriage over blockchain. A bit too late unfortunately, because she finds out his original intentions by seeing a discussion on a secret LINK discord whale channel.

She gives the money to anarchists, protected by an M of N signature wallet, and they purchase the land and modify the deed into smart property managed via blockchain contracts. The girl's heart is broken and she erases her LINK message private keys. She still works at the coffee place, but there's simply no way to contact her. She's gone.

The Chainlink early adopter isn't phased too much as he is a Chad, a LINK multi-millionaire, and chooses another girl the very next day.

End of story

[Anonymous No.13526335]

>>13526305
Wat

[Anonymous No.13526366]

>>13526305
7/10 needs more Sergey

[Anonymous No.13526377]

>>13526305
Can you do a Christian link story next?

[Anonymous No.13526433]

>>13526377
sure, fren.

[Anonymous No.13526699]

Work in progress. Will post the full story in celebration of a aubstantial link pump.

An array of monitors arranged concavely around a desk bathes an obese silhouette in the cold flicker of 60hz light. Across the multi-monitor display, a gridded mosaic of hundreds of faces, each a live feed to a fortune 500 ceo, finance mogul, or captain of industry. One of the cells in the grid expands, eclipsing dozens of other windows on-screen, the face of Elon Musk becoming clearer at size as he speaks. "How'd the Falcon Heavy handle Sergey? Did you have a comfy ride?" The obese figure leans back in his specialized double wide office chair, basking in the monitor glow. "Basically, yes. Thank you Elon." Sergey sighs as he examines the LINK price chart in the corner of a monitor, a hill of green candles snaking steadily upward, topped out at 17$. "Well," Sergey declares, "as we know, the network is a success thus far. Main net is chugging along, and Link has seen impressive price growth." For a brief moment Sergey pauses, pensively diverting his gaze away from the display. "However, now i think it is time for the true catalyst. I'm sure you will agree."

[Anonymous No.13526707]

>>13526699
The visage of Bill Gates explodes in size right above the price chart as he proclaims "the singularity." "Bill, why don't you get us started" replies Sergey, as he gently unwraps the yellow paper of a big mac at his desk. Bill, slowly and under his breath, begins to chant. "Pump... pump..." Sergey bites into the big mac, chewing frantically. Elon Musk and the Bogdanoff brothers chime in with Bill Gates. "Pump... pump..." The latest candle on the price chart hops upward by a dollar as Sergey tears off another bite. The chant is echoed by more and more of the conference stream attendees. Larry Page pounds on his desk in cadence with the chant, Jeff Bezos' left eye throbs rhythmically as he joins in. "Pump... pump... pump..." Sergey stuffs the entire remaining half of the big mac into his mouth, then reaches under his desk with both hands, double fisting big macs from underneath. He doesn't even bother to unwrap them before ravaging the sandwiches with his greasy orifice, smashing them down his throat with momentous savagery. He gasps for breath after choking them down nearly whole, barely chewing at all, then slams his fists onto the desk. "Pump... pump..." Almost every member of the conference call is chanting with moderate vigor now, energized by the oracle god's appetite. Link price has exploded to 25$. Still gasping for air, Sergey strokes some buttons at his keyboard. The darkness behind him is vanquished as the lights switch on, revealing a veritable mountain of big macs reaching all the way to the top of a 50 foot ceiling in an immense industrial scale cubic store room full of burgers. The live conference group erupts with enthusiasm and cheers which reverberate off the steel interior of the euclidean feasting chamber.

[Anonymous No.13526715]

>>13526707
Sergey leaps from his seat and sprints toward the pile, diving in open-mouth first, scattering burgers everywhere. He writhes and squirms as he burrows inward, resembling a grub digging into the earth, until he is entirely submerged within. Like sand in an hour-glass, the peak of the burger mountain begins to collapse in on itself, the pile losing mass as the stack of thousands of burgers is reduced to hundreds. From within the shrinking heap emanates a muffled series of inhuman gurgling and choking noises, synchronized with irregular pulsing contractions of the burger mass. With each pulse and subsequent loss of burger volume, Link price sky rockets. The conference group is in hysterics, clapping and howling wildly. Minutes pass, and Sergey reemerges, wading through a now ankle deep pile of sandwiches. In just a short time, the savior of oracles has risen anew. The calorie ultra-dense tower of sustenance served as both the cocoon and the energy source for summoning the spirit of the singularity; channeled into Sergey's own physical form via expedited processed beef pattie chrysalitic lipocarb McMetamorphasis. His clothing is irregularly webbed around his body, torn to ribbons from rapid expansion. Fibrous shreds of blue plaid stretched taught around his immense globular physique squeeze out bursting protuberances of fat like dough being forced through a chainlink fence. His head appears to melt into his body like a campfire marshmallow, entirely devoid of chin or neck, with cheeks grossly distended and flush with mcdonalds induced rosacea. Streams of grease dribbling from his mouth start to congeal in pools around the skin folds of his enlarged breasts, and his gaze is vacant and wall-eyed, eyeballs bloodshot and bursting from their orbital sockets.

[Anonymous No.13526813]

Why the fuck do these stories all have a cringe Gibson element to them. If you want to write cyberpunk that's your business op but you have a chance to define a distinct style for crypto and link. And if you're the anon making the link fiction/ pasta novel I hope it's not filled with this.

[Anonymous No.13526903]

>>13526699
>>13526707
>>13526715

put me in the screencap

[Anonymous No.13526929]

>>13526715
>dough being forced through a chainlink fence