I almost slipped and copied a chain-game contract address to interact with—luckily I glanced at it. The gas fees were insanely high, like stepping into a pothole full of water on asphalt: the mud splashes all over you, but you still don’t land on the point.

With this kind of game economy model, it’s basically inflation and production—like puddles accumulating on a rainy day; the longer it goes, the deeper it gets, until the pool eventually bursts under its own weight. Output is fast, consumption is slow. Everyone rushes to convert the rewards into USDT and then run, while free-riders squat nearby waiting for the price to drop.
When I look at these projects now, I keep coming back to one thought: how long can it last? Old players always warn newcomers not to take the last baton—but when that baton will fall, and who can be sure?
Forget it, I’ll go catch up on sleep first. Tomorrow I’ll check whether this pool is still breathing.