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Goblinhouse: Dead on Arrival, Hour One

In the brief, tumultuous hour of its existence, Goblinhouse achieved what few tokens manage—complete financial obliteration while still technically breathing. The creature's vitals reveal the classic markers of a pump-and-dump: ninety-two percent of its tissue concentrated in the top ten holders, zero liquidity in which to swim, and a sixty-one percent price collapse that suggests even the goblins themselves abandoned house. One observes nature's cruel efficiency: predators consuming their young before the corpse grows cold.