1,000,000,000
Total supply. Fixed. No mint authority, no surprise magazines.
They took the jungle. They took his family. They left the rifle leaning against a crate. Big mistake.
He guards the jungle. Now he guards the bag. Paper hands get walked out of camp.
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Deep in the green belt, past the last road on any map, poachers built a camp out of rusted sheet metal and stolen truck parts. They came for ivory. They stayed for everything else. The forest learned to be quiet.
One of the cages held a young chimp the men called Cargo. He watched them for two years. He learned how they slept, how they drank, how they left their rifles leaning against the crates when the whiskey came out. He learned the click of a safety catch the way other apes learn the taste of fruit.
Nobody knows exactly what happened at Sector 7. Only that the trucks never came back down the valley, and a ranger patrol found the camp empty three weeks later — cages open, boots in the mud, and a single set of knuckle prints leading into the treeline.
Since then the poachers don’t cross the ridge. Villagers leave bananas at the edge of the forest and find them gone by morning. They stopped calling him Cargo. They call him the ape with the gun.
Then he heard about a different jungle. One where the predators wear hoodies, snipe their own launches, drain the liquidity and vanish before the sun comes up. Same species. Same trick. Different cage.
So he walked out of the trees, onto Solana, and launched himself on pump.fun — no presale, no team bag, no insiders. Just one ape, one rifle, and one rule painted on the door of the camp:
“Nobody touches the bag.”
Tokenomics simple enough to read through a scope.
Total supply. Fixed. No mint authority, no surprise magazines.
Buys and sells are free. The only tax in this camp is your own conviction.
Liquidity burned on bonding-curve completion. Nothing left to pull.
No team allocation, no VC crate, no private round. Everyone came through the same door.
$APEGUN was launched on pump.fun, where every wallet buys from the same curve at the same time. Contract ownership renounced. No hidden functions, no blacklist, no pause button. Verify everything yourself — the ape prefers it that way.
Four steps. Even a chimp managed it — and he only had one free hand.
Install Phantom or Solflare — browser extension or mobile app. Write your seed phrase on paper. Never share it with anyone. Especially not with an ape holding a rifle.
Buy SOL on any exchange and send it to your wallet address, or use the in-wallet purchase option. Keep a little extra for network fees.
Go to pump.fun, connect your wallet and paste the official contract address below. Always compare it character by character.
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Enter the amount, confirm the transaction, and $APEGUN lands in your wallet. Then comes the hard part: standing guard. The ape doesn’t sell his own camp.
A roadmap, but an honest one: it’s a memecoin with a rifle.
The squad lives on Telegram. Memes, raids, alpha, and one very heavily armed chimp keeping watch over the chart.
A community memecoin on Solana, fair launched on pump.fun. No utility promises, no fantasies about becoming a bank — just a strong meme, a loud community, and one chimp with excellent trigger discipline.
On pump.fun using the official contract address at the top of this page — and on Raydium once the bonding curve completes. Never buy from a contract address someone sends you in a DM.
Liquidity is burned and the contract is renounced — standard pump.fun fair-launch mechanics. Nobody, the community included, can pull the pool. Always verify on-chain yourself.
None. 0% on buys, 0% on sells. Only the usual Solana network fee and the platform’s standard swap fee apply.
Anonymous, like most of the jungle. The token holds no team allocation, so the only thing the team can rug is your mood.
No idea — and anyone who promises you otherwise is the poacher. Memecoins are extremely volatile and can go to zero. Only ever risk what you can comfortably lose.