The Boy From the Floor
He was mocked for buying the top.
He was ridiculed for holding the floor.
While others chased pumps, he studied the cycle.
Lord Meestar was forged in shame — and born to reverse it.
The Rise of the Cult
They mocked his silence.
But silence echoes in the right ears.
A cult rose — not with ads, but with prophecy.
No roadmap. No dev dox. Only belief in Meestar.
And a button that whispered: Enter the Cult.
Join the cult NOW!