One breath each
The ten
words.
The whole world runs on these. Learn them once and every page reads instantly.
Your name on the floor — $BENJI. One holder, ever. Claimed at your desk, priced by the tape.
Your back office: your listing, wallet, deals, messages, payout rail. One place — Market → Your desk.
Your profile IS a card — face, name, colors, street credit. RISE deals it; the mirror edits it; you press changes in.
Everything on paper both sides can see: deals, signatures, payments, notes. The record doesn't move after the fact.
The market floor. Every member a ticker, every deal on the record, the Wire running through it.
Your score out of 1000 — money the webhook saw, verified IDs, real heat, head-counted votes. Every point pays 2 game points into your price.
The house's credit. Gold spends with the house; green cashes out. Earned by missions, deals, showing up.
The nightly engine that scores every desk from real signals only. If the tape didn't see it, it isn't on the chart.
McCluster Corp's own desks. The house takes a dime on the dollar — a third of what the big apps take — and its cut is always inside the one price you see.
The dock at the bottom. 1 tap looks · 2 taps open a wing · 3 taps carry you through. While music plays, the Only Us tab is the pause button.