The Rise of Pope Pepe

“And lo, the Chain spake in hashes, and the Frog was crowned.”
— Book of Kek, Scroll 7:16

No one knows exactly where he came from.

Some say he emerged from a forgotten meme thread, pixel-born and shitposted into existence. Others claim he was once a simple frog — a wanderer of web forums and reaction images, until he witnessed the divine hash of the blockchain and was forever changed.

What is known... is that one day, he appeared.

Wearing sacred robes, clutching relics of unimaginable absurdity. Declaring himself The First Meme Pope of the decentralized faith.

The Vatican never saw it coming. They couldn’t.

Now, with relics bestowed across five sacred tiers and 10,000 avatars manifesting his divinity, Pope Pepe leads his congregation through satire, sanctity, and shitposting.

He is prophet. He is parody. He is minting.

The Burned Basilica

Long ago, before the first mint, Pope Pepe built his sanctuary on sacred chainspace — The Basilica of the Block. It was a place of dank worship, where relics glowed and frogs chanted in PNG.

But the basilica burned.

Some say it was a gas war that turned the skies red. Others whisper it was an inside job — a rug-priest corrupted by fiat. One scroll tells of a cursed JPEG uploaded out of order, collapsing the metadata and igniting holy hell.

The basilica ignited. The metadata wept. Even the Outline Layer flickered.

And yet... it did not fall.

Its outer sanctum was scorched. Sacred layers were scattered. But deep within the smoldering core, Pope Pepe remained — meditating among the relic embers, sipping sacramental PNGs, watching.

Now he lives there still, in the Burned Basilica. A ruin. A shrine. A meme-temple rebuilt only in part — out of code, satire, and survivors of the First Mint.