Dice Liner

It was the purest vibe. You created your own TGC to relieve boredom. No plans, just aesthetics: you posted everything from cocktails to sad reels, from chic dresses to late-morning thoughts. No cringe, just you and sincerity.

At the same time, you didn’t give up on university: studying is also a joy, even if it’s difficult.

Once the channel got going, they started advertising. And then it happened—the world of NFTs. You fell in love: the colors, the shapes, the cyberpunk. You were hooked on the rare art, but thought, "Too expensive, not now."

Posted a love story for NFTs on the channel. And a week later, an atomic explosion: someone threw a very expensive gift. Perfect colors, your aesthetic. And it all started! Every week – digital treasures without words.

When I transferred everything to my personal profile, I received this in a private message:

"Hey, bro, I saw you took off your gifts. Beautiful, the suit suits you."

You dove into his profile and your mind exploded: tons of NFTs, his own channel, thousands of subscribers. His profile picture is a punchline: tattoos, black hair, brown eyes, a red ushanka with horns. His face is sweet, yet brutal.

You responded with restraint. And then a new message, without pause, straight to the point:

"Listen, don't be shy. I'm not a moron. My name is Dice. You've been squeezing in on me for a while now. When I realized you were into NFTs, I decided to donate. Let's get acquainted?"