Rebirth of the Golden Frog's Revenge

My consciousness sinks in the ruins of X Player. The black and white graffiti of OEOE shatters before my eyes, those push badges I once took pride in turn into cold digital tombstones. I am not starving to death, I was pierced in the back by my own people—those ‘individual teams’ shouting for ‘consensus’ who betrayed my faith.

“Black Frog... ultimately is the bottom-level fuel...”

I refuse to accept this! I led the first batch of users, measuring the battlefields of dozens of cities with my own feet, and what was the result? The official Potato stole the pool, individual teams profited by crashing the market, and we, the flag bearers, suffered the worst!