This is the full amount unleashed into the wild. No hidden mint buttons. No inflation games. What’s out there is all there is.
The team gets nothing. Zero. Zip. No private stash, no secret wallets. BEARWIFMASK walks alone — built for the crowd, not the crew.
No fees when you jump in. No penalties when you jump out. This isn’t a toll booth. It’s a battlefield. You’re free to move as you please.
We threw the keys into the fire. Liquidity is locked away and burned — never to be touched. No one can pull the plug. Not even us.
There’s no puppet master here. Control has been completely given up. BEARWIFMASK belongs to no one — and that’s exactly how it should be.
Every claw mark on the chart? That’s you. Every rise, every fall — it’s all in your hands now. BEARWIFMASK roams free, and you ride with him.