Snorter Token had no fancy launch video or whitepaper. It shrieked into crypto like a caffeine-infused piglet—loud, odd, and off-script. One day it vanished.

Nobody knows who made it. The developers hide under handles like “OinkMaster” and “SowSage,” dumping half-finished updates and Windows 95-looking GIFs. Asking about the project’s future will result in a pig snort sound effect or pig rocket meme. True communication? Optional.

The token transaction tax is 6.9%. Not for optimization. Just for fun. Some of that fee is liquidity. The rest goes to a fund for “community fun,” which has included Snorter karaoke, meme Olympics, and even ballooning a plushie into space. Yes, seriously.

No pitch deck. Not a chart. Just vibes and inside jokes. The roadmap simply a JPEG with “GO UP” scrawled on it. Want utility? Buy something else. Snorter is for chronic online users who believe chaos is growth.

Somehow, it stays. Rabid community. The Telegram is full of rubbish, memes, and dip buyers like athletes. After a 3x pump, someone tattooed the brand on their thigh. Snorter grew 10% when another broadcast himself eating canned beans every hour. This is irrational loyalty.

Snorter shouldn’t be taken seriously. You also can’t look away. A digital pigpen of ridiculousness. ADHD prices swing erratically. A few cash out big. Others crash. Snorter was never about winning, so everyone laughs. About the ride.

If you’re still wondering, “why?” —you missed it.