Vision

All NFTs holders are given the chance to create a design for the club. The club acts as a DAO that votes on the best design. The chosen design will be used for the next clothing drop. 75% of the profits from that, and all club designs will be distributed equally amongst holders.

As a Degeneration Club NFT holder you collectively own the brand. You as a community will come together for new ideas and concepts, marketing, and new creative angles. This is the peoples club. Degeneration club.

"Crypto counterculture movement. Inflammatory humour and brutally honest degeneration"

 Crypto was started as the quintessential counterculture to a sick system. The 2008 crash exposed the economy as a sick, three legged dog. Struggling and off balance, trying to kick the shit can down the road ad infinitum with three left feet. Hollow rib cage pressing against skin with every misstep. Crypto and NFTs were the almond scented elixir. The burning phoenix.

Over a decade later, who are the poster boys and head honchos of this movement? Some fuck face on YouTube sat in front of his camera with his mouth wide open, pulling a surprised face for his thumbnail. Writing, deleting and rewriting his clickbait video title to be as manipulative as possible. “Moonboys”... Fucking sick of them. “Not-financial-advice-but-buy-all-this-shit-that-I’ve-bought boys”... Fucking sick of them.

When I first got into the NFT space what I saw was pathetic. Grown adults speaking like children and commenting on how good a shitty cartoon picture was. Begging like a dog for a whitelist spot, glued to their phones all day hoping to catch a tweet before anyone else, sat grinding in discord servers whilst your wife is reading 50 shades of grey wishing you were less of a loser. Every project is THE project. Every project is going to be the one that changes your life. Even
though they all look the fucking same and all have the same shit values. And the worst part is... everybody knows it. Whilst you’re writing your comment about how artful that scribbled picture of a dog is, you know it’s shit. The NFT space has become doublethink. Don’t let these people drag you down into the
depths of the very thing you were trying to escape by getting involved in this space.

We at the club will not burden you with stupid fucking riddles. We talk straight. We will not speak to you like a child, and won’t call you ser, fren or any of the other cringy shit. You’re a grown ass human. If you’re not grown, you’re dealing with real world assets so you better grow fast.

Our people are all stinking degenerates. Financial outlaws as we refer to ourselves at the club. These people are sick of the 9-5 wheel kept turning by the rich. We won’t conform to the hedonic treadmill of the normal, shit life. People are desperate to make a break. Desperate to be part of the next big thing. And then there’s crypto. And then there’s NFTs. The pure movement was soon watered down with bad actors and desperation. These people are abusing you.

I call myself the manager for shits and giggles, but in reality there is no leader at the club. If I’m honest, in the real world I’ve almost come to blows with nearly every single manager I’ve ever worked for. I’m not a violent man but I’m definitely a non conformist. I am just a guy who wants to bring together a group of fuck heads who all want to exist in the NFT and crypto space without degrading and lying to ourselves. Behind the inflammatory humour, is a
community. - The Manager