We are a secret society of intellectuals, artists, and writers interested in the effects of blockchain and other not-fully-regulated industries, such as cannabis.
The club, which includes notable members, is known for its exploration of blockchain in all aspects of life and its influence on creativity and artistic expression.
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In a corner of the cosmos that can only be described as “marginally improbably spectacular,” the inaugural CornerBoyz Hackathon/Incubator has wrapped up its first adventure in digital ingenuity. It awarded a staggering $150,000—a sum equivalent to the GDP of several small, fictional planets—to the four projects that were deemed, by some highly advanced voting mechanism, to be the most delightful blend of brilliance and madness.
Over 50 projects braved the infinite improbability of Web3 development to participate in this not-quite-interstellar yet decidedly groundbreaking event. Founders, armed with nothing but a dream, some Wi-Fi, and likely several liters of highly caffeinated beverages, were guided through the murky depths of MVP development by experts fluent in such topics as “Scaling Without Imploding” and “Building Projects That Probably Won’t Crash the Universe.”
Should you find yourself in possession of a Web3 idea that may or may not involve intergalactic hitchhiking, improbable algorithms, or a small, sentient tea kettle, you’re in luck. Applications for the CornerBoyz Hackathon/Incubator 2025 are now open. You, too, can join the ranks of those daring enough to navigate the labyrinth of innovation and vie for not only funding but eternal bragging rights.
MysteryBox is not just a box. To call it merely a box would be akin to calling the sun "just a lightbulb." It is, in fact, a shimmering gateway into the ever-so-slightly chaotic but undeniably thrilling CornerBoyz ecosystem. Within its mysterious cardboard confines lie four randomly selected treasures, each plucked from the infinite tapestry of existence. These treasures might include dazzling on-chain digital assets, tangible physical marvels, tokens of remarkable utility, sublime works of art, or even experiences so immersive they might leave you questioning the very nature of reality. And yes, there’s always “more,” because who doesn’t love a bit of ineffable intrigue?
Among the thousands of boxes each edition, one singular MysteryBox contains something legendary. The sort of legendary that could make a dragon nod appreciatively or cause a starship captain to pause mid-flight. As for the value of what’s inside any given box, well, that’s part of the fun—it could range from pleasantly surprising to downright jaw-dropping.
There will only ever be 4,200 MysteryBoxes per edition. This is not due to some arbitrary limitation but rather to preserve the sanctity of rarity and ensure future generations of collectors have something to envy. Naturally, the CornerBoyz will be first in line, because, as we all know, being part of the CornerBoyz means you’re always in the know—or at least pretending you are, which is more or less the same thing in this particular corner of the
Candy$ isn’t just a currency; it’s the currency. Yes, meme-stable. Because why would you want a regular stablecoin when you could have one that’s backed not just by assets but by the irresistible gravitational pull of cultural virality? Candy$ is more than just a pretty coin—it’s a decentralized wonder that’s open to everyone. That means you, me, your dog, and possibly any Paranoid Robot, though he’d definitely find something to mope about.
Candy$ does the impossible: it blends the whiz-bang speed of cryptocurrencies with the calm, unflappable reliability of fiat. It's algorithm-backed, liquidity-packed, and won’t leave you crying into your Guide wondering why you ever trusted the market.
You’ll find it lounging in bars, mingling in clubs, philosophizing in bookstores, and probably enjoying a fine pan-galactic gargle blaster in some trendy interdimensional grow shop. It’s currency with style, substance, and just the right amount of swagger.
Designed to bring order to the chaotic cosmos of the cannabis industries, the LAB transforms what was once a tangled jungle of quality control and inventory testing into a pristine garden of efficiency. Imagine a seamless chain where every bud, oil, and tincture is tracked from the seed’s first existential crisis all the way to the sale, where it fulfills its ultimate purpose. The LAB doesn’t just streamline processes; it gives the entire lifecycle of a product a narrative arc worthy of a bestseller.
It's like having a Babel fish for your supply chain: decoding trends, preferences, and even letting you have a cozy little chat with your customers. Want to let a particularly loyal customer know about a new strain? The LAB’s got you. Want to personalize your marketing like never before? The LAB has already sent a postcard.
And here lies the pièce de résistance: The vision isn’t just to improve the cannabis industry—it’s to turn it into a galactic beacon of traceability, the first 100% transparent industry in the known universe. That means every leaf, every trichome, and every drop of oil is accounted for. No sneaky middlemen, no opaque processes, just pure, unadulterated accountability.
Welcome to the HIGHLANDS, where dreams—and possibly your sense of direction—come true... This isn't just a story. It’s a reality. A floating, slightly hazy, occasionally munchy-filled reality. And if you think that sounds dubious, you clearly haven't read enough brochures about magical places recently.
Welcome to a game where the boundary between fantasy and reality is so blurred that no one can quite tell if they're playing a game or accidentally starting a small agricultural empire. But let's face it, who wouldn’t want to live on a cannabis cloud? This is exactly the sort of thing your past self would have pointed at and said, “Why don’t we have that?”
And as your community expands, so do your perks—both within the Highlands and, intriguingly, outside of it as well. What kind of perks, you ask? That’s for you to discover, and for me to vaguely allude to, because spoilers are so last season.
Far, far away, in the enchanting land of Patagonia, Argentina, nestled snugly on the elusive and slightly tipsy Parallel 42, lies the town of El Bolsón—a place so magical it practically shimmers with whimsy and smells faintly of elderflower and improbable adventures. If Middle-earth had a bohemian cousin with a fondness for mate tea and mystical escapades, this would be it.
And it is here, in this charming, enchanted shire, that the Magical Mystery Tour begins—a siren call to 10,000 intrepid dreamers from every improbable corner of the planet (and possibly beyond, because parallel universes are tricky things). Here’s the twist: only the most extraordinary 10% of these brave souls will earn the coveted title of Wizard. Why, you ask? What’s the point of such exclusivity? Well, lean in close, because here’s where it gets interesting.
This is no ordinary wizardly club, dear reader. This is the founding of the Refuge of Wizards—a literal, tangible, spellbinding sanctuary being conjured into existence on a sprawling 4-hectare plot in El Bolsón. But wait, there’s more! Once this utopian wizard haven is fully realized, it will be handed over to a DAO (that’s “Decentralized Autonomous Organization” for the uninitiated, which is tech-speak for “a magical committee that does things democratically, but with blockchain”). This means the 1,000 certified Wizards will own the land, the hotel, the business, and quite possibly the secret recipe for eternal happiness, all through the sheer power of collective magic and community.
So, what are you waiting for? Grab your Magic Wand (yes, it’s real, and no, it doesn’t come with an instruction manual), hold onto your CornerBoyz (besides, they sound delightfully chaotic) as they become Wizards, and prepare for the adventure of a lifetime. After all, the future is ahead, and so are we… sort of.
An Island, a Towel, and a Plan
It’s not every day one decides to buy an island. Then again, it’s not every day one finds themselves on the precipice of shaping the future of civilization. But here we are, armed with an unreasonably optimistic belief in progress, and—most importantly—a towel.
This isn’t just any island. It’s the Island. The start of something extraordinary. Something for us and, crucially, for those who come after us—because someone has to pick up the pieces after the rest of humanity inevitably misplaces them behind the cosmic sofa.
But here’s the hitch: cities, like humans, tend to make a mess. Enter Voyager.
Voyager’s Plan: Build Better Worlds (No Pan-Galactic Gargle Blasters Required)
The Voyagers, are concocting a protocol—a brilliantly convoluted one at that—to accelerate sustainable development. A roadmap for civilization, if you will, so we don’t end up all living in shoeboxes on an uninhabitable rock. The L.O.B.O.S Protocol (Location Organized Based On Sustainability) will be the blueprint for a decentralized, 100% sustainable community.
The Towel Test: What does it take to join? A towel, of course. A towel is just about the most massively useful thing an interstellar—or terrestrial—hitchhiker can carry. It’s versatile, it’s symbolic, and it’s surprisingly good for swatting away existential dread. With a towel and a bit of training, even the most skeptical CornerBoyz can become Voyagers.
The path to planetary salvation (and impeccable towel etiquette) begins here: . Claim your towel. Reserve your place in history. Join us in building the community of tomorrow—or at least in ensuring humanity’s future looks a little less like a bad sci-fi novel.
The Dance is happening. Bring your towel.