The ballad of
The Lion of Sherwood
Deep in the green woods of Cronos, the whales threw feasts nobody else was invited to. They hoarded the timeline, the trending tab and every last crumb of attention.
Then a lion in forest-green leather showed up with a bow, a quiver of neon arrows and a very simple plan: steal the attention back and hand it out to the people — one meme at a time.
He tracks bad narratives, calls out the gatekeepers and keeps the CROFam laughing. He doesn't promise riches. He promises arrows.
— told around the campfire, unverified, probably exaggerated
