You point it at any Solana wallet and it moves into the trash. From then on it digs 1% out of every buy, and it will not leave until you pay it to.
You tipped a wallet's bin over and everything it ever bought is raining down. Move the raccoon to catch the coins and the cash into the bag, and reach the night's haul before the garbage truck comes at dawn. The flashlight and the dog are also in the trash. Catch one of those and you drop what you were carrying.
Eight wallets left their bins out on Solana. Tip each one over, catch the night's haul before the truck comes, and try not to get caught doing it.
This one you aim yourself. You pick the wallet, you drop the raccoon on it, and it does the rest.
Pay in $RACCOON and pick any Solana wallet that has been buying memes. The raccoon climbs into that wallet's bin and makes itself at home. The owner finds out on their next buy.
From then on it takes 1% off every meme that wallet buys, in the same transaction, before the coins land. A $100 buy is a snack. A $10,000 buy is a whole night's haul.
The more that wallet buys, the fatter the raccoon gets, from a scrawny kit to a sunglasses-wearing unit dragging a sack. You can read a wallet's whole month off how round the thing in its bin is.
A raccoon does not leave a good bin. The only way to get it out is to buy it out, and that costs twice everything it has dug so far, all of it burned. Most wallets do the math and just live with it.
Nothing sits in a treasury overnight. Every scrap is divided the second it comes out of the bin.
Paid out scrap by scrap, all night, to every holder. Nothing to stake and nothing to claim. You just have to be on the raccoon's side of the bin.
Bought back and sent to the incinerator in the same slot as the buy that fed it. Every busy night leaves a little less $RACCOON in the world than the night before.
Tucked behind the dumpster for the house: the site, the art, the snacks. Whatever the stash does not spend, the stash burns, because a raccoon hoards but never counts.
Every raccoon starts as a scrawny kit. What it turns into is a receipt for how much its wallet keeps buying.
It does not just sit in the bin. Tap any of these to get a closer look.
Every wallet with a raccoon in its bin, newest move-in first, sorted by how fat the raccoon has gotten. Nobody on this list invited it, and every one of them is still buying.
Everything it keeps ends up behind the dumpster. The contract is scratched into the wall.
Eight bins, eight wallets, one very full bag.
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