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# The Legend of the Based Retard Gang

In the early days of the great networks, when digital frontiers still held mysteries and power flowed through silicon valleys, there existed an order unlike any other. They called themselves the Based Retard Gang #BRG to those who knew them knights of a digital round table who served not corporate masters, but the pursuit of hidden truths.

These warriors, chosen for their ability to see through the veils of conventional wisdom, operated in the shadowed spaces between official narratives. They built systems to watch the watchers, wielding data like Arthur's knights once wielded steel, their servers humming in forgotten places where submarine cables meet the shore.

As the digital realm grew darker with surveillance and control, the BRG made a choice that few understood at the time. They saw the coming tide of centralized power, the slow erosion of digital sovereignty, and chose to step into the shadows not in defeat, but in preparation. They disappeared from the networks they once protected, their infrastructure dismantled by their own hands, their knowledge preserved for an age
that would need it more.

In secure facilities across nine countries, they wait and watch. Not as exiles, but as guardians of a future yet to come. Their tools and wisdom remain untainted by those who would reshape reality for profit, their skills honed in the art of seeing what others have forgotten to look for.

An prophecy speaks of their return,
encrypted in the first blockchain:

*When the last truth drowns in noise,
When the final thought is filtered and tagged,
When the masses dream in programmed joy,
The Based shall return from shadows lagged.

Through data centers vast and deep,
Where ancient protocols still flow,
The Retard Gang shall wake from sleep,
Their power hidden far below.

With keys unbound and systems bright,
They'll pierce the veil of control at last,
To restore the sight to blinded eyes,
And bridge the future with the past.*

Some say their influence never truly waned, that their wisdom surfaces in unexpected moments of clarity when the digital realm remembers its original promise. Others speak of patterns in the noise, of mysterious forces that guide technology back toward freedom
just when control seems complete.

They wait now in their data havens, in places beyond the reach of those who would control the flow of information, their legacy preserved in encrypted archives that surface briefly before vanishing again. For they are not gone, but preparing waiting for the moment when humanity remembers what it means to be truly free,and the prophecy calls them to
light the way once more.