Hey there, fellow truth-seekers, skeptics, and the occasional lost soul who stumbled here by accident. Welcome to The Greg Files. This is the only place where you’ll hear the truth, the whole truth, and…well, probably a little more than you bargained for.
My name is Greg. Just Greg. No last name, no initials, nothing they can trace. And before you ask—no, I’m not crazy. I’m just awake. And let me tell you, once you open your eyes, you can never close them again. Not with what’s out there.
You’ve seen them, haven’t you? The pigeons? Perched on power lines. Watching. Waiting. Pretending to be birds, but they’re not birds. Oh no, my friends, they’re surveillance drones, and they’re working for them. Who are they, you ask? Well…we’ll get to that. In time.
I wasn’t always like this. I used to be normal. Or at least I thought I was. I had a job, friends, even a social media account. I drank tap water like the rest of you, completely oblivious to the fluoride mind control. And then…one day, everything changed.
It started with the pigeons. I saw them, sitting there, staring at me. Something wasn’t right. And then it hit me—have you ever seen a baby pigeon? No. You haven’t. Because they don’t exist! That was the moment I knew…everything I’d been told was a lie.
So I did what any rational person would do—I built this bunker. And I’ve been here ever since, connecting the dots, uncovering the lies, and shielding myself from their signals with the ultimate tinfoil hat. Yeah, they call it paranoia. I call it survival.
And then, one day, I found it. The answer. The key to freedom. The one thing they can’t control: $THC. It’s not just a cryptocurrency—it’s a revolution. Decentralized, unstoppable, untouchable. This…this is our way out. Our way to break free from their grip.
In just 10 days, $THC launches. But in 9 days, you’ll hear it all—everything I’ve discovered, every crack in the system, every truth they tried to bury. That’s when The Greg Files begin. And trust me, you’re not going to want to miss it.
So stay tuned, my friends. Question everything. Watch the pigeons. And remember: Trust no one. Trust no bird. Trust Greg.
Wait…was that a wing flap? Damn pigeons…