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d1ckh3@d: First Blood

Won: The Sound of One Hand Fapping

His was the classic rags to riches story, except the rag was covered in semen, folded in a pocket square.

The first work was an apartment overlooking city center. For years, the six hundred square feet empty until one day - a folding chair. At the right angle, on the top of a hill that marked the center of center, a clear view of the lonely chair. Months passed; the chair insignificant to even the most observant below.

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One day a masked man appeared. Later they would say he began fully clothed but like all folklore; bullshit. Oh the horror, when, after a few weeks of having supposedly sat fully clothed/masked, the man had misplaced pants. He now had on nothing but mask, shirt, socks and what many believed to be the shit-eating grin that accompanied an inappropriate erection.

Traditional media refused to dignify the masked erection with a story, anonymity being the crime that it was. Naturally anonymity grew into virus at an international scale when authorities realized that the spectacle was driving renewed tourism to city center. Local business would sing his praises for generations after his sudden arrival coincided with significant upturn in sales.

Copycat erections popped up all over the globe. Better erections, nicer masks, more professional sock choices, but there was no competing with the original. Even with better parts they all missed the shit-eating grin you could see, even if you couldn't actually see it. That rock hard cock needed an NFT.

Anonymity as crime was turned into anonymity as cool. The mask an international best-seller. "Mom can I wear the mask to school?";the masked erection an outlet for a snow globe in which "Open Identity" was mandatory.Though we couldn't do it, he had the courage to do it for us. Coincidentally, the exact moment that anonymity globally cooled, the machines proved effective at masked face detection.

And just at that moment he disappeared, never to return. He left a folding chair, a white t-shirt, a pair of socks. Long after the locals sold "authentic" folding chairs they had just picked up from the big box.

This was only a beginning. He had not figured out how to monetize yet. But it would come. He always came.