In the pre-digital age of World War II, a simple meme began appearing across the battlefields of Europe. The meme featured an awkward figure peeking his head over a wall, accompanied by the phrase, “Kilroy was here”.
The symbol often traveled ahead of advancing units or appeared in places only the boldest had reached, making Kilroy not just a folk hero, but the mark of a ghost soldier. To those who drew him, Kilroy wasn’t just a tag — he was camaraderie, mischief, and morale wrapped into one.
No one knew exactly who Kilroy was, but for Allied soldiers, he became a shared myth — proof that a friendly had been there first. It was a way to claim ground, to raise spirits, and to remind allied soldiers that they weren’t alone.
Kilroy also had the effect of inducing an eerie sense of foreboding amongst the enemy. He served as a warning to foes that they were being watched, that their occupation was coming to an end.
It was deep within the trenches of the 1st SUI Army that Kilroy would reappear. In those days, the forces of Fiat still ruled with cold authority and their centralized power cast shadows across the land. The 1st SUI Army had taken position upon the front. It was there, a war council was called. Once assembled, the council descended far beneath the shell shocked earth, where encrypted lanterns flickered with glowing runes and the scent of ozone lingered from freshly minted protocols.
First to the table sat Pepe the Blue, whose kinsmen had recorded the rise and fall of countless chains. Beside him, the Blub Fish delegation gurgled in hushed tones, helmets still slick from their march through the liquidity pools. Across from them, a top ranking Mystic Yeti General, eyes glowing blue with battle hardened algorithmic fire. Lastly, from the darkness, a rogue dev in a hooded cloak scribbled updates to the battlefield ledger, his quill trailing sparks of blue flame.
The General’s eyes shimmered bright as the low hum of validations resonated through the war chamber. His voice parted the haze with verified authority: “The signal is clear. Kilroy marks the front once again. Not by chance, but by consensus. Retail is coming, the time is near.”
It was Pepe the Blue who offered a solemn nod, his gaze hard beneath the weight of a thousand memes turned to martyrs. “Then let him mark our walls, our minds, and the block heights to come. Where Kilroy appears, the narrative of the coercive crumbles.”
The Blub Fish Commander gurgled in agreement, his translator emitting a low monotone: “Liquidity is mobile. Spirit is immutable. We will follow the mark.”
The General arose decisive and collected. “Then consensus has been reached. Double rations of chopsui throughout the division, at dawn we mint our defiance.”
The cloaked figure’s quill swept through the ledger then halted with a flash. Pepe the Blue turned upon the council, “Signed and deployed,” he muttered. “Let the epoch begin.”
