Gorbagana wasn’t born. He landed.
Dropped straight from the sky with a head full of charts and a belly full of rage, MOON GOR doesn’t walk — he stomps.
No roadmap. No pants. Just pure, unfiltered lunar momentum.
He’s not here to explain himself.
He’s already halfway to the stratosphere and screaming “WE GO MOON!” in five different timezones.
- 1. Get a Solana wallet — Phantom, Solflare, or whatever hasn’t crashed today.
- 2. Load it with $SOL — whisper to the void while you're at it.
- 3. Head over to pump.fun — it’s chaos in a good way.
- 4. Search “MOON GOR” and smash that buy button.
- 5. Moonwalk through your hallway yelling "HE'S GORING!"
Disclaimer:
MOON GOR doesn’t provide hand-holding, therapy, or second chances. If you clicked buy, you knew what you were doing — or at least pretended really well. No refunds. No explanations. Just lunar vibes and questionable timing. Proceed like you mean it.
No invites. No velvet rope. Just a bunch of candle-staring maniacs who pressed buy and never looked back.
Inside? It’s a nonstop mess of memes, yells, unhinged charts, and moonprophecies.
We don’t do small talk. We do price targets that make satellites nervous.
Gor doesn’t care when you joined — only that you stay loud, stay loyal, and never fade when the dip hits.
This isn’t community. It’s combustion.
And Gor? He’s the spark.
© 2025 MOON GOR. All rights denied. He bit the paperwork.