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Deep underground lived a little devil named RAF. He got bored of boiling sinners and twisting pitchforks — he wanted pure hype.
One day he heard the noise above: crowds, memes, rockets, charts going wild. He grabbed his cap, threw on his shades and broke out of hell.
Now RAF flies through the clouds, leaving a fiery trail behind — dragging along everyone who believes in pure chaos.
Everything RAF touches starts burning. Charts included.
No gravity. Just clouds, wind and a cheeky grin.
RAF never read the rulebook. RAF doesn't know the word "can't".
Wherever RAF shows up, the party starts. Just accept it.
Set up any wallet you like and load it with some fuel.
Hit the button above — the contract address lands in your clipboard.
Swap for $RAF and hold on tight — RAF doesn't like slowing down.
Drop into TG, tweet memes, bring friends. Chaos loves company.
