3,333 Pumpnuts. 130 hand-drawn traits. One shell.
Crack one open and never change your profile picture again.
The shell cracked once and 3,333 nuts came out of it. That is the whole number — there is no second printing, no stealth extension, no team wallet quietly holding forty of them back for later.
Every one is built from the same seven layers and no two wear the same face. Some are wearing a halo. One of them is see-through with gumballs rattling around inside. Yours is somewhere in that pile and it has been waiting for you specifically, which is a strange thing to say about a peanut, and yet.
Deployed & minting on Launch My NFTEvery cult needs scripture. Ours fits in a shell.
In the beginning the chart was flat and without form, and darkness was upon the face of the order book. Ten thousand jpegs walked the timeline and none of them meant a thing. Every profile picture was a rented face. Every cult was a group chat that went quiet by Thursday.
And the degens said: let there be something that cannot be rugged from our identity.
It came from beneath the launchpad — a sound like a jaw breaking. One shell, split clean down the seam, and out of it poured seven layers of possibility: a background, a burden on the back, a body, two eyes, a mouth, a lens to see through, and a crown to bear.
Those who heard the crack could not un-hear it. They still can't. That's the whole bit.
From the seam came the wizards and the knights and the trolls and the machines. Skeletons with katanas. Saints in chrome wings. A nut so translucent you can see the gumballs rattling in its gut.
130 hand-drawn traits. 111,955,200 possible faces. Out of all of them, exactly 3,333 were ever pulled from the shell. Whichever one is yours, nothing else in the room is wearing it.
Here is the covenant, and it is short enough to tattoo: every creator reward the token earns goes back into the nut. Not a wallet. Not a "treasury" that goes quiet. Back into marketing, back into the floor, back into the fire.
Volume feeds rewards. Rewards sweep the floor and buy the token. Sweeps and buys get burned. Burns tighten the shell. The flywheel is right there — go turn it.
You will know us by the shell. On timelines, in replies, in the corner of a stream at 4am — the same silhouette, a hundred million different souls wearing it.
We don't ask you to believe anything. We ask you to pick up a shell.
A preview shelf of the real set — search a number, shuffle it, click any nut to blow it up full size. The full list of 3,333 goes live at mint.
This is a slice of the shelf. The full 3,333 go live at mint.
MINT YOURS NOW →There is exactly one mechanic and it is not complicated: 100% of creator rewards from $PNUTS go back into $PNUTS and the NFT set.
$PNUTS
Paid reach, creators, streams, spaces, art commissions and raids — pushing both the token and the NFT set into as many timelines as the budget can reach.
Rewards buy Pumpnuts off the cheapest listings. Swept pieces are sent to a burn address — permanently thinning the supply and raising the floor for everyone still holding.
Open-market buys of $PNUTS, burned on arrival. Every reward cycle removes tokens from circulation forever. No unlocks, no re-issuance, no take-backs.
Artists, tooling, listings, contests and the reserve that keeps the lights on between cycles. Boring, necessary, and out in the open.
Indicative split — the exact weighting flexes with market conditions. Whatever the ratio, the destination never changes: marketing, the floor, or the fire.
130 traits drawn, seven layers locked, the first Pumpnuts revealed in the Library. $PNUTS deployed on pump.fun.
All 3,333 Pumpnuts open on Launch My NFT. First come, first shell — holders get the face nobody else is wearing.
Secondary goes live and the floor becomes a real number — the one every reward cycle spends its life pushing up.
Reward cycles begin. Public sweep-and-burn log, on-chain and receipted, every single round.
Trait shops, animated nuts, collabs, and a timeline you cannot scroll without seeing the shell.
On Launch My NFT, the launchpad the collection is deployed through. The button in the Mint section takes you straight to the page — never mint from a link someone DMs you, and always check the URL before you sign anything.
They get claimed and split across four jobs: marketing the token and the NFT set, sweeping Pumpnuts off the NFT floor, buying $PNUTS back on the open market, and running costs. Everything swept and everything bought back gets burned. Nothing routes to a private wallet.
35 backgrounds × 32 back items × 14 bodies × 5 eyes × 6 mouths × 7 eyewear options × 34 hats = 111,955,200. The collection takes 3,333 of them, and once they are minted that is the whole set — the other hundred and eleven million never get drawn.
3,333 Pumpnuts, and that number never moves — except downwards, as creator rewards sweep the floor and burn what they buy. The Library on this page shows the pieces revealed so far; the rest land at mint.
No. The mint and the token are separate — you can hold one, the other, or both. They are wired together on the way back, though: creator rewards from $PNUTS are what sweep the NFT floor and burn what they buy.
Every trait carries a weight based on how often it appears across the 3,333. Halo hats, Transparent shells and Triple T backs sit at the deep end; plain colours and capes are common. A nut wearing two or three deep-end traits at once is exactly what the floor sweeps go looking for.
It is a cartoon peanut in a crown. $PNUTS is a memecoin with no intrinsic value and no expectation of financial return — buy it because you think the shell is funny, and never with money you need back.