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Hey there, survivors! Wishing you a rapturous Christmas in this post-apocalyptic jungle. May your scavenger hunts be bountiful, your mutated rats be tender, and your battles for survival be legendary. Cheers to feasts in the wasteland and the thrill of another day in the struggle! Merry Christmas! πŸŒ²πŸ¦–πŸŽ
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Hey guys. Mech Raptors live on Base blockchain. Mint: mint.fun/base/0x2db3c12C7122… OS: opensea.io/collection/based-… 2 free per wallet: 0.000002 eth (Anti-Bot price) More: 0.00005 eth
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Ahoy there, fellow wanderers of this post-apocalyptic carnival! So, picture this: there I am, your friendly neighborhood raptor, strolling through what used to be the hotdog vendor haven in Central Park. Now, it's the playground for these mutated degens, former NFT enthusiasts. You can spot them a mile away, with their bubble-covered bodies, fat as a bull, and all those crypto terms oozing out of their mouths. To the Moon, WAGMI, DUMP, Pump, WEN MOON, BUY, SELL – it's like a broken record of financial insanity. But their favorite mantra? "Rug, rug, rug," "scam," and "NAGMI." Seriously, it's like they're stuck in a crypto-themed Groundhog Day. Now, catching these mutated financial fanatics is a real treat. You jump out from the shadows, and click go the teeth. Oh, the joy when they panic! Bubbles bursting all over, like a twisted, grotesque fireworks display. It's a spectacle, I tell you, and strangely amusing. But let's talk about the chase – these guys are nimble. Fast little buggers, with a penchant for farting and a stench that would make a skunk blush. Yet, the prize is worth it. So, I leap onto their favorite clearing, once a haven for hotdog vendors. They spot me, and it's chaos – green bubbles, gurgling, one's releasing a green liquid from its throat, another gets a neck snack, and a third... well, let's just say he won't be tap dancing anytime soon. Covered in that sweet, gooey green mess – it's like dessert, and I'm quite the connoisseur. Part for me, part for Stil's reactor – feast time. To the Moon, indeed! In the midst of the chaos, I can't help but chuckle. These creatures, once obsessed with NFTs, now reduced to a buffet for yours truly. Life's funny that way, isn't it? Time to devour and enjoy the twisted circus of the post-apocalyptic financial world. Cheers to the green feast, my friends!
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Ah, good morning, you unsuspecting inhabitants of this pale blue dot! Or as I like to call it, "The Giant Fast Food Joint with No Drive-Thru." I hope you're enjoying your "third day of the week" if you're in the U.S., or your "second day" if you're in the rest of the sane world. Because, you know, the universe just had to make things complicated. Happy Tuesday, or as I like to say, "the day that's like Monday's annoying little brother who won't leave you alone." In astrology, Tuesday is linked to the planet Mars, and its symbol is β™‚. I guess Mars is the cosmic overlord of Aries and Scorpio, so those signs are like the favorite children of the planetary parent. Talk about favoritism. So, here I am, a grumpy raptor who didn't get enough beauty sleep and is hungrier than a T-Rex at an all-you-can-eat buffet. I need to find something to munch on, and fast, or I might just start seeing my fellow creatures as walking snacks. Now, speaking of Tuesday and food, did you know that Tuesday is statistically the most productive day of the week? Yeah, like that's any consolation when you're a sleep-deprived raptor on a quest for something edible. They should rename it "Taco Tuesday" to lift everyone's spirits. Imagine a world where everyone's problems could be solved with a taco. I'd probably be a much happier raptor. Anyway, as I embark on my quest for sustenance, I can't help but marvel at the irony of life. Here I am, a fearsome predator, and I still have to deal with the daily grind of finding food. It's like being a carnivorous accountant. So, dear universe, if you're listening, throw a snack my way, will you? Preferably something that won't fight back too hard. And for all of you out there having a splendid Tuesday, just remember, it's a jungle out here, even if the concrete jungle doesn't have the same appeal as the real thing. Stay hungry, my friends! #moonraptors
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Oh, good morning, you unsuspecting bipeds! Another glorious day in the post-apocalyptic chaos, or as I like to call it, the perfect setting for a carnivorous adventure. So, here's to a delightful Friday filled with the sweet anticipation of a weekend that never really feels like a weekend. I've barely had any sleep, and my stomach is growling louder than a T-Rex with a megaphone. The kind of growling that makes you wonder if I'm more hungry or just annoyed at the world. Sleep-deprived and ravenous, the perfect combination for a productive day, right? I should be in a cozy nest, dreaming of chasing down a juicy, prehistoric behemoth for brunch. Instead, I'm stuck here pretending to be productive in a world that forgot what it means to truly live. But hey, it's Friday! The day when people pretend to work while secretly plotting their escape to the mythical land of "Out of Office." Ah, the corporate charade β€” where dreams of fishing by the lake clash with the harsh reality of endless emails. Speaking of which, I've got my eyes on a particularly plump and slow-moving creature. Imagine a massive, ancient beast that's so oblivious, it probably thinks Fridays are just another day to graze in peace. Little does it know, it's about to become the highlight of my not-so-productive day. Here's to a "productive" Friday, my dear prey. May your weekend be as eventful as the impending end of mine. Cheers to the grind, the hustle, and the perpetual longing for that lakeside escape! #moonraptors #mechraptors
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Good morning, my fellow raptors! I hope you're all ready to tackle this Monday with the ferocity of a T. rex and the charm of a velociraptor. Remember, Mondays might be tough, but we're tougher, and we'll claw our way through the week with style. Let's make this week so fantastic that even the asteroid responsible for the dinosaur extinction event would want to join the party! Wishing you all a week filled with delicious surprises, thrilling chases, and plenty of scrumptious snacks. And if things get rough, just remember to look on the bright side of life, like a true raptor would! Now, go out there and conquer the day, my dino pals! #moonraptors #mechraptors PS don’t forget to mint some Mech Raptors opensea.io/collection/mech-r…
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Just minted my 3. Stoked to see them! #freemint #NFT
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Ah, life. What's it all about, really? I mean, I didn't get to witness the golden age when this planet was all the rage. I've heard they used to say that people were starving. Imagine that! Given the state of things now, I'd say it's safe to assume they weren't great at keeping the grocery list in check. To secure a meal nowadays, I need to find something, persuade it to become my dinner guest, and then well, let's just say it's a bit like convincing someone to attend a dinner party they didn't quite RSVP for – except without the RSVP part. It's not exactly a conversation; more of a "hello and goodbye" kind of deal. Now, me, I'm one tough hunk of metal. Not just anyone can make a snack out of me. That's more of a tech-savvy, mutant mole rat kind of gig. But let's not give those critters too much credit. The world we've got is a jumble, a bit like a black hole mosh pit, just without the music or even the decency to play by the rules. It's almost as if someone up there, probably an intern or a celestial coder, said, "Screw it, let's move to another server, one where we can patch up the errors in the code." And so, we're left behind to fend for ourselves in this buggy old version of the world. Anyway, you might wonder what I do with my days. Well, in the morning, there's the classic power-up sequence. You know, the whole stretch, yawn, check for messages, and the ever-so-important "calibrating to the now-awake reality." Yeah, fun stuff. Like I said, it's all about survival. Finding food is next on the menu. And I do mean finding. It's a bit like hunting for the remote when you've got one hell of a couch. Then it's time to gobble up everything I find, and I do mean everything. Life's hard, and I can't be picky. If it wiggles, I eat it. Now, you know, life could be a bit more exciting. But then again, I found this one supercomputer that had an old video titled "Jurassic World." Dinosaurs and all, mate! I revisit it every now and then, because, why not? You might be wondering, "What's the big guy upstairs up to, anyway?" If I had to guess, I'd say the Almighty IT Admin decided, "I'll create a whole new universe with less bugs and see how that pans out." Back to my daily grind – find food, charge my biological reactor until it's full, and repeat. A routine so predictable it could cure insomnia. If only I could sleep, but I've got an energy-saving mode to maintain. While it's on, I'll scan the perimeter like a malfunctioning Roomba. One day, the monotony was broken by a gargantuan rat, bigger than a freight truck, skulking around the ruins of a skyscraper. It moved swiftly, thinking it was all sneaky, like a cockroach in a restaurant, believing it's invisible because it's under the table. I immediately snapped out of energy-saving mode, springing into action. As if my life depended on it... which, to be honest, it did. I bolted after that oversized rat, not a care in the world, just determination, and well, the word "fuck" echoing through my head like a war cry. And that's when it happened. The thing exploded into what could only be described as a "rataclysm." Bits and pieces of it rained all around me, along with bursts of blood, like the grand finale of a rather gruesome fireworks display. "Damn," I mumbled between metallic chomps, blood and gore still dribbling from my maw, "I've eaten fast food, but this is ridiculous!" I can't help but wonder, is there more to existence than just food, a good charge, and yet more food? Do I ever get to switch to the "vacation mode," hit snooze for a decade, and hope things sort themselves out? I'd tell you, but that's a bit above my pay grade. As for now, I'll be right here, chewing on whatever this apocalyptic world serves me. It's not much, but it's honest work. And hey, at least I've got a mate, another raptor to share the ups and downs with. Besides, there's a certain charm to hunting down mutant cockroaches. It's the small things that keep a metal dino entertained. Just another day in the scrapyard, or whatever you want to call it. #moonraptors #mechraptors
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Ah, another glorious day in post-apocalyptic New York City. I woke up to the soothing sound of my biological alarm clock – that's just my stomach, in case you're wondering – demanding its usual intake of something digestible, whether it's a rat, cockroach, or whatever's quick and edible. I'm not a connoisseur, I'll take anything that wiggles. Me, a gourmet? Hardly. I can rustle up a decent meal when the occasion calls for it, but I mostly feast on the raw, juicy, still-pulsating delicacies I find in my urban wilderness. So, I left my cozy lair, and it seemed that Steel had ventured off somewhere in search of a proper recharge – I mean, he's all about biomass. But when he's running on empty, I worry he might mistake me for a snack. Thank goodness he's got some ethics. There've been a few bad hunting days when his charge was on the brink, and in those moments, it's off to hibernation mode. I'd scavenge whatever I could find, from rats to cockroaches, and, believe it or not, even rabbits. Speaking of rabbits, ever seen a shark's mouth? Imagine a shark's jaws combined with an ostrich's legs, and you've got yourself a mutated rabbit. Ears, shark jaws, and ostrich legs – a deadly combo. They're more dangerous than those roach bastards. I'd catch them if I had no other choice or if it's a solo rabbit, but in packs, those mutated bunnies are a force to be reckoned with. Anyway, Steel must've gone hunting solo, so I decided to look for him and provide some much-needed company. On the way, I snagged a cocky cockroach who thought it could bask in the non-existent sunlight, taking a break from its mundane roach life. Not on my watch, buddy. There's no room for nostalgia in this post-apocalyptic world. Satisfied with my impromptu snack, I continued my search for Steel. Suddenly, I heard a ruckus coming from the Amazon warehouse. I cautiously peeked out of cover, only to witness Steel ripping apart a rat the size of a truck. "F*ck me, this is a right bollocks day! I should've stayed in my hole," came the final words from the rat's throat, quite literally. Clearly, Steel had a successful hunt, and I was overjoyed for my buddy. He turned to me, nodding his head in a "join the feast" sort of way. I'm always up for a good chow down. #moonraptors #mechraptors
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NEXT MECH RAPTORS GIVEAWAY TIME πŸ¦– 3 Mech Raptors to 3 Winners πŸ† 1. Follow @MoonRaptors 2. πŸ‘ + Repost 3. Tag 2 frens πŸ¦– πŸ¦–πŸ¦– Winners in 48h ⏰ _____________________ Mech Raptors WL mint is Live: opensea.io/collection/mech-r… #moonraptors #mechraptors
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accidentally deleted the givaway post, but the winners have been chosen
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GM Raptors πŸ¦– WL mint alive: opensea.io/collection/mech-r… Supply: 1444 Reveal: 24h (or with Public phase) #moonraptors #mechraptors
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We are fully ready for reveal, but... as soon as we'll mint out
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