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7777 unique collectible characters with proof of ownership working on the Base blockchain.
>> Verifed contract >> OpenSea
RAT GUARDIANS
Mission Contract #47: Infiltrate Arcturus Vault-9, extract 3 petabytes of black-market gene codes, leave no trace but bite marks.
Mission Contract #88: Hijack the Neon Drift freighter, reroute cargo to the Outer Rim, celebrate with zero-G whiskey and zero regrets.
RAT GUARDIANS
Rat Guardians – NFT Collection by Studio 0xd38
Drop: 7,777 unique pop-art rats on Base Blockchain
No Utility: but... The more you transact, bridge, swap, and vibe on Base, the fatter your native token airdrop at TGE. Base promised it – we’re just the rats cashing in.
The Rats: Star-faring pirates with chrome teeth and neon tails. They warp from rock to rock, system to system, chasing loot, thrills, and the next big score. No maps. No bosses. Just the hum of stolen engines and the smell of plasma in the air.
They’ll crack a megacorp vault at dawn, split the credits over asteroid whiskey by dusk, then vanish before the alarms stop screaming. When the mood strikes, they’ll drop shields for a refugee convoy or fry a slaver drone—just because it felt right. Not heroes. Just rats with good days.
Plan? Zero. Vision? None. Roadmap? Burned it for fuel. Their creed is carved on the hull of every stolen ship: “Live today. Gnaw tomorrow. Take everything.”
7777 rats. 7777 stories. One galaxy to chew through.
Mint. Ride. Survive.
LORE
[Log recovered from the abandoned Rat cruiser]
S.S. Cheesegrater, Sector 9-Delta, 3147
Log Entry 001 – Audio crackle, background static
We hit the convoy at 03:14. Took three freighters, left the fourth burning like a birthday candle. No survivors, no mercy.
Log Entry 007 – Engine hum, distant plasma fire
Jumped the black-hole vault. Siphoned 12 exabytes of corp credits. The AI screamed when we bit its core. Tasted like copper and panic.
Log Entry 012 – Metal clanging, laughter
Asteroid rave. Stole the DJ’s deck, turned the bass into a sonic mine. Crowd danced while the station cracked in half.
Log Entry 019 – Heavy breathing, alarm blaring
Boarded the Emperor’s flagship. Crown’s in the cargo hold now. Ship’s on fire, but we’re laughing.
Log Entry 022 – Silence, then a whisper
They’re coming. We’re leaving the Cheesegrater behind. If you find this, run. The galaxy’s about to get gnawed.
End of log.
CREATOR
STUDIO 0XD38
