HOW A CITIZEN GOT FRIED
He was an ordinary citizen until he followed a strange smell beyond the edge of the Solana network.
There was no restaurant.
Only a bucket floating in space.
He climbed inside.
When the lid opened again, the citizen was golden, glazed and permanently represented by three familiar letters: $KFC.
Kentucky Fried Citizen was born.
No official restaurant connection.
No complicated utility.
Just one overcooked citizen and an internet that refused to look away.
