Every buy feeds the chest. Every panic-sell feeds it harder. That chest — the Sheriff Pot — sits locked in the woods, and the whole game is figuring out who's patient enough to raid it and share the loot.
Locked · Growing · Untouched
Receive HOODL and the clock starts. Sell it, transfer it, wallet-hop it — the clock resets to zero. No shortcuts out of the woods.
Sit long enough and the woods claim you. Your Hoodl Score grows in silence. Hold longer. Get stronger. Get louder at the split.
The impatient pay the Sheriff. The longer you hold, the softer your exit — until your sell tax matches your buy tax. Patience is a discount.
A hoodler doesn't steal for themselves. They steal for every hoodler. Trigger the raid, and the pot is cracked open — every active hoodler gets a slice sized to their bag. Ten percent of the woods? Ten percent of the loot.
The chest stays locked. The pot swells. The woods get quieter and the sheriff sleeps a little heavier.
The pot cracks open. Every active hoodler cashes their share on-chain, in the same block, no negotiation.
Pull off the raid and the woods print your name on parchment. A Wanted Poster NFT, minted the moment the pot cracks — proof you were the one who moved first.