Wasted
Pick your character. Fight for the throne. The house burns either way.
Pick your character. Fight for the throne. The house burns either way.
Ten characters, ten tokens
Buying a character is voting for them. Market cap decides their spot on the stage, and the spot decides the loadout: from a bat to an assault rifle, with the clothes and the bling to match. Drop, and it gets taken away.
Fees feed the fire
A fee on every character trade buys $WASTED and sends it to the dead address. Forever. Watch the counter climb.
What is this
A living stage where the market decides who stands in the light. Three rules, no wallet needed to watch.
CJ, Trevor, Niko, Tommy and the rest each trade as their own token. Ten characters, ten tickers, one market.
Market cap sets the rank and the loadout. A grey silhouette at the back of the lot picks up a bat, then a pipe, brass knuckles, a pistol, a submachine gun and finally an assault rifle, with the clothes and the bling to match. Drop, and it all gets taken away again.
A fee on each character trade buys the main token and burns it. The counter only goes up.
The suspects
Power on, open a game, push the stick through the roster. Ten legends, ten tokens; mark the ones you ride with. Keyboard, touch or a real controller all work.

Your crew · 0/10
← → move · Enter stage · F crew · Esc back
Nobody yet. Push the stick through the roster and press □ on a suspect.
The crew
Ten files pulled from the precinct. Every one of them has a token, a record, and a line you already know.


Runs an import and export company out of a trailer in Sandy Shores and considers every law in San Andreas a personal insult. Held a grudge for nine years over a funeral he attended for a man who was not dead. Do not mention the moustache, the mother, or Canada.
Trevor Philips Industries. Just ignore the bodies.


Came home to Los Santos for a funeral and left with the whole state. Took Grove Street back from the Ballas, learned to fly, robbed a casino, and somehow still gets framed by the same two cops every week. Has a bike, a gym membership and a very long memory.
Ah shit, here we go again.


Arrived in Liberty City on a boat looking for a fresh start and found his cousin, a mountain of debt and every gangster on the east coast. Works for anyone who pays and trusts nobody who does. Roman is still waiting for him at the bowling alley.
Perhaps here, things will be different.


Sent to Vice City to close a deal, lost the money in the first ten minutes and took the entire city as compensation. Owns the clubs, the studio, the ice cream trucks and the mansion on the hill. Wears the same shirt every day and nobody has ever said a word about it.
Remember the name! Tommy Vercetti!


Robbed banks, faked his death, moved to a mansion in Rockford Hills and got bored inside a year. Now drinks by the pool, lectures his kids, produces movies nobody asked for and keeps getting pulled back into the one job he was actually good at.
Ooh, hypocrisy, Franklin. Civilization's greatest virtue.


Started repossessing cars for a dealership in South Los Santos and ended up driving for the two most dangerous men in the state. The only one of the three with a plan, a dog and a working conscience. Still gets roasted about his haircut.
My bad, homie. I picked C.


Grove Street founding member, philosopher, and the man who ordered more food in one drive-thru than the rest of the crew combined. Sold out the family for a palace in Los Santos and a lifetime of regret. Still blames the train.
All you had to do was follow the damn train, CJ!


Franklin's best friend and worst influence. Every scheme starts with Lamar, ends with Franklin fixing it, and somehow costs both of them money. Delivered the single greatest roast in the history of San Andreas and has been coasting on it ever since.
...with your yee-yee ass haircut.


Plans every heist in Los Santos from a house full of monitors and never lifts anything heavier than a cane. Knows every camera, every password and every stock that is about to crash, usually because he arranged it. The brains behind everyone else on this stage.
Put the Darwinism back in Social Darwinism.


Robbed a bank, got shot by his girlfriend, walked out of a prison transport and took over Liberty City without saying a single word. Every crime family in the city has hired him and none of them know his voice. The original. The quiet one.
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The burn
Nobody has to do anything. Trading any character feeds the fire automatically.
Someone buys or sells any character token on the DEX.
A small fee on the trade is set aside.
The fee buys the main token straight off the market.
Sent to the dead address. Gone forever. Supply only shrinks.