Testament 1:

Greeting and welcome to this story. I hope that this finds you well. As I am writing this there is the smell of tacos in the air. A sense of peace and hunger. What I want to bring to light is the journey I have, and am still, navigating throughout my new life. This new life was brought about by a paper. A single paper that I wrote for an entry level economics course. This paper was written in 2015 on this new currency called DASH (formally Darkcoin). This paper looked into how this currency where the level of anon was higher than both BTC and ETH, at the time. 

This is where my life came to change. 

It started slowly with abnormalities like saying dyor and hodl... 

This is a lie. It started with Tron and Binance trading over a VPN while also playing massive amounts of slots with my earning on Tron. This was my 2015, sophomore year of college. I never told anyone what I was doing until now. I was diving into the forefront of the blockchain technology. My first P2E experience other than gambling was FishBank.io. If you do not know what that is; it is axies but with fish. I still hodl 4 of these fish along with ethermon and Knight's Story items. This is my bag. The real worth at our present age in blockchain is the history. So fuck the clout chasing apes.

Fast forwarding to the end of my college career I had almost forgotten about nfts and crypto. Then Dapper labs came out with NBA topshot. This dragged me back out of the based world and into the real world. The world of blockchain and art. I made a living off TopShot that first year. Felt like the wild west again as more and more P2E games were made and/or promised. I was living a decent life but slowly drifted away from everyone.

I was in a cycle. Working a job; buying nfts and crypto; gaming to earn and then quitting that job to move to another minimum wage torture. Granted I have a degree in business marketing, but that world seemed dull and grey to me. So I opted to try and beat the 9 to 5 world with my blockchain obsession. 

Testament 2:

After some time working on and off between the crypto world and the 9 to 5 world. I fell into a deep depression. I moved back with my parents at age 27. After being successful in my own eyes for the last 5 years. I did not get rich, but I paid off almost all my debts and was able to keep paying bills on time. I had made the American Dream, and then I fell.

I fell from work shortly after moving back with my 'rents. After a few months of not working and simply smoking weed to cope with my boredom of the world, they sent me to a mental hospital. After a few trips I was kicked out of the house, told I was schizophrenic, and now living in my car. A small four door coupe. 

In essence, I was disowned of any financial help and told I was crazy and deserved it. Now do not judge my family, for they did not buy any crypto or NFTs, or at least the ones disowning me did not. We are not a rich family, but for some of my siblings and parents; they are new money. Now homeless I did my best to earn gas and food money by collecting cans at the gas stations I would park and sleep in each night.

After some time a homie let me crash at his house for a while. This lead to me getting on food stamps, reconnecting to the crypto world and getting kicked out of there as well. (it was his parents house fml)

Now I was homeless and had no where to go. I slept in my car outside the city homeless mission. Met many amazing people within the city. My life had gone from no worries to owning nothing but some jpegs and shitcoins. The worst part was it was just the way it was. No one really at fault other than the simulation and npc I had been dropped into.

Testament 3:

Living out of my car came to a sudden end. 

One dark and stormy night... 

... I wrecked my car. Taking a turn I totaled the only thing I owned that I could live in. I was not for real homeless. I continued on and ended up in jail for this wreck. For a month I sat in jail. I could not decide if I wanted to leave. I knew I could easily get into a fight and gain more time. All I did was play chess, talk about humanity and draw while I was there. My name became The Wizard for a variety of reasons. 

First was that of my hair. It had not been cut in almost 2 years at this point. Another had to do with my card playing ability. I did not know the games, yet after the first hand or so I would come back and win. The games came so easy to me. I never played for anything other than breakfast. I did not want to over do anything. I additionally found a plug for coffee and extra paper for my now drawing business.

I was drawing tattoos for cell and other inmates as they came and went. I also made mask money for the inmates to use and spread around. Very decentralized of me I know. Printing my own money to be circulated where I may never see them again. I kept a hand full of the papers to one day show along with this story. This I may do at the end of my story as some sort of readers reward for sticking around. Always free of course.

Anyway.

After my release from jail I walked about 7 hours to get back to town. Thank all the gods that I had $27.34 left on my commissary account to get cigarettes on the walk back. I made it back to the homeless shelter. From here I started back with trying to find a job.

Before I even needed to a vigilante of a friend reached out.

She had a room in her basement and wanted to know what was up after not hearing from me for so long. I moved up from homeless to basement dweller. Just like that.

During my time at the shelter I met amazing people. From ex biker gang members, rich kids kicked out of their homes, and even people who had ran across the whole united states just to get away from a hit for sleeping with a cartel members girl. It was a mind blowing experience and humbling to be their friends.

We are now at today. That is right. Today, the date at the top of this blog post. 

From hence forth you will be reading my future. What I plan to do with this blog as well as my crypto and nft obsession. 

This story has only just begun.

Testament 1.1:

Today we go back in time. The year is 2021. I, as you know me from these first three testaments, decide to make a Punks derivative. This derivative I names McGee. Punks, McGee. Each pfp representing a job I or my friend had held before getting into NFTs. I had introduced her to the world and she pushed me to create something as an artist. Prior to this I was simply keeping my artistic creations a secret and kept to the trading and learning side of the blockchain world. 

We had fun making and advertising for a stupid little collection we had made. It was a huge highlight of my life so far and it spurred the creation of several other collections on my part since then. These include McBank, McGee Property Management, and McLoot.

These creations are also what led me to the realization that I was working all these different jobs and doing all this artistic work for no one but myself. I had to change and have fun with my life just like I did creating and maintaining the McGeeverse of NFTs I had created. These testaments I am writing I hope lead to explain where I am coming from as I begin the lore of the McGee and McGal world I called McGeeverse before the Bored Apes made anything other than the news for being worth too much.

Testament 1:

Greeting and welcome to this story. I hope that this finds you well. As I am writing this there is the smell of tacos in the air. A sense of peace and hunger. What I want to bring to light is the journey I have, and am still, navigating throughout my new life. This new life was brought about by a paper. A single paper that I wrote for an entry level economics course. This paper was written in 2015 on this new currency called DASH (formally Darkcoin). This paper looked into how this currency where the level of anon was higher than both BTC and ETH, at the time. 

This is where my life came to change. 

It started slowly with abnormalities like saying dyor and hodl... 

This is a lie. It started with Tron and Binance trading over a VPN while also playing massive amounts of slots with my earning on Tron. This was my 2015, sophomore year of college. I never told anyone what I was doing until now. I was diving into the forefront of the blockchain technology. My first P2E experience other than gambling was FishBank.io. If you do not know what that is; it is axies but with fish. I still hodl 4 of these fish along with ethermon and Knight's Story items. This is my bag. The real worth at our present age in blockchain is the history. So fuck the clout chasing apes.

Fast forwarding to the end of my college career I had almost forgotten about nfts and crypto. Then Dapper labs came out with NBA topshot. This dragged me back out of the based world and into the real world. The world of blockchain and art. I made a living off TopShot that first year. Felt like the wild west again as more and more P2E games were made and/or promised. I was living a decent life but slowly drifted away from everyone.

I was in a cycle. Working a job; buying nfts and crypto; gaming to earn and then quitting that job to move to another minimum wage torture. Granted I have a degree in business marketing, but that world seemed dull and grey to me. So I opted to try and beat the 9 to 5 world with my blockchain obsession. 

Testament 2:

After some time working on and off between the crypto world and the 9 to 5 world. I fell into a deep depression. I moved back with my parents at age 27. After being successful in my own eyes for the last 5 years. I did not get rich, but I paid off almost all my debts and was able to keep paying bills on time. I had made the American Dream, and then I fell.

I fell from work shortly after moving back with my 'rents. After a few months of not working and simply smoking weed to cope with my boredom of the world, they sent me to a mental hospital. After a few trips I was kicked out of the house, told I was schizophrenic, and now living in my car. A small four door coupe. 

In essence, I was disowned of any financial help and told I was crazy and deserved it. Now do not judge my family, for they did not buy any crypto or NFTs, or at least the ones disowning me did not. We are not a rich family, but for some of my siblings and parents; they are new money. Now homeless I did my best to earn gas and food money by collecting cans at the gas stations I would park and sleep in each night.

After some time a homie let me crash at his house for a while. This lead to me getting on food stamps, reconnecting to the crypto world and getting kicked out of there as well. (it was his parents house fml)

Now I was homeless and had no where to go. I slept in my car outside the city homeless mission. Met many amazing people within the city. My life had gone from no worries to owning nothing but some jpegs and shitcoins. The worst part was it was just the way it was. No one really at fault other than the simulation and npc I had been dropped into.

Testament 3:

Living out of my car came to a sudden end. 

One dark and stormy night... 

... I wrecked my car. Taking a turn I totaled the only thing I owned that I could live in. I was not for real homeless. I continued on and ended up in jail for this wreck. For a month I sat in jail. I could not decide if I wanted to leave. I knew I could easily get into a fight and gain more time. All I did was play chess, talk about humanity and draw while I was there. My name became The Wizard for a variety of reasons. 

First was that of my hair. It had not been cut in almost 2 years at this point. Another had to do with my card playing ability. I did not know the games, yet after the first hand or so I would come back and win. The games came so easy to me. I never played for anything other than breakfast. I did not want to over do anything. I additionally found a plug for coffee and extra paper for my now drawing business.

I was drawing tattoos for cell and other inmates as they came and went. I also made mask money for the inmates to use and spread around. Very decentralized of me I know. Printing my own money to be circulated where I may never see them again. I kept a hand full of the papers to one day show along with this story. This I may do at the end of my story as some sort of readers reward for sticking around. Always free of course.

Anyway.

After my release from jail I walked about 7 hours to get back to town. Thank all the gods that I had $27.34 left on my commissary account to get cigarettes on the walk back. I made it back to the homeless shelter. From here I started back with trying to find a job.

Before I even needed to a vigilante of a friend reached out.

She had a room in her basement and wanted to know what was up after not hearing from me for so long. I moved up from homeless to basement dweller. Just like that.

During my time at the shelter I met amazing people. From ex biker gang members, rich kids kicked out of their homes, and even people who had ran across the whole united states just to get away from a hit for sleeping with a cartel members girl. It was a mind blowing experience and humbling to be their friends.

We are now at today. That is right. Today, the date at the top of this blog post. 

From hence forth you will be reading my future. What I plan to do with this blog as well as my crypto and nft obsession. 

This story has only just begun.

Testament 1.1:

Today we go back in time. The year is 2021. I, as you know me from these first three testaments, decide to make a Punks derivative. This derivative I names McGee. Punks, McGee. Each pfp representing a job I or my friend had held before getting into NFTs. I had introduced her to the world and she pushed me to create something as an artist. Prior to this I was simply keeping my artistic creations a secret and kept to the trading and learning side of the blockchain world. 

We had fun making and advertising for a stupid little collection we had made. It was a huge highlight of my life so far and it spurred the creation of several other collections on my part since then. These include McBank, McGee Property Management, and McLoot.

These creations are also what led me to the realization that I was working all these different jobs and doing all this artistic work for no one but myself. I had to change and have fun with my life just like I did creating and maintaining the McGeeverse of NFTs I had created. These testaments I am writing I hope lead to explain where I am coming from as I begin the lore of the McGee and McGal world I called McGeeverse before the Bored Apes made anything other than the news for being worth too much.