The Stoker
Nothing on this chain moves until the engine is warm, and I sit on the valve. Every transaction pays a few lamports to get through the pipe, and I take my sip before the steam gets out.
I latch onto a coin and drink half a percent of every trade it makes.
Pumps bleed, dumps bleed, sideways bleeds a little slower. I don't pick winners, I pick veins, and twelve of them are on the plate below with real Solana trading running through.
The family takes the rest: gas, slippage, the queue, the bridge, the pool, the sandwich and the artist's cut. Every fee in crypto has a leech on it. This one is mine.
Green or red, I don't mind. The jars at the bottom fill up either way, and the red ones fill faster.
The pulse is trades per minute, the blood is dollars traded in the last hour, and the last column is what one more leech would drink from it in an hour.
| Fig. | Coin | Pulse / min | Blood / h | 1h | Leeches | One leech / h |
|---|
I take my half percent from the trade. My cousins take everything else. Poke one and it'll show you how it eats.
Nothing on this chain moves until the engine is warm, and I sit on the valve. Every transaction pays a few lamports to get through the pipe, and I take my sip before the steam gets out.
You send a swap, and I slip one slice of bread in before it and one after. The coin in the middle doesn't enjoy it. I always do.
You set slippage to 15% because the button looked scary. I slide down the gap between the price you saw and the price you got, and I catch every crumb on the way.
There is a queue, and then there is me. Tip me and I punch your ticket to the front. Don't, and you can wait behind the snails.
Want your coins on the other side of the stream? One for the box and one for my mouth. The lantern stays lit all night, and so do my prices.
I lie in the pool and every swap splashes a little gold my way. I don't trade. I don't need to. I just keep the straw in.
I paint you a brand-new coin, and while you admire it my tail is already on the canvas. Every trade, forever, a little bit for the artist.
The cousins each have a trade. I have the trade itself. Put me on a vein and I'll show you.
Apply LEECH ↑
$LEECH is the jar. Everyone holding it keeps a few of us at home, and we're very well fed.