#PI #PI #PI #PI The false prophets of CX return again, chanting the gospel of fake coins. Crusade initiated—purge the fifth deceiver, kingpin of the mirror scheme. Strike down the fifth shadow, the plate charlatan. Burn the script, expose the illusion. Meet you at the summit where truth is fire. Hoard tokens, lose your soul; print plastic cards and frame your fate. Worship the Digital Idol, become dust beneath the blockchain altar. A scam coin awakens—masquerading in hash, promising forever wealth. Monthly prayers for a billion-year dream. In the end, those CX zealots—hanging wallets on the wall, waiting for π3.14 million dreams—will dissolve into ghost data, trapped in undead chains.