Dustpig

a forgotten astronaut

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Hi trenchers, I'm Dustpig, and this is my storyI trained for years to go to the Moon. I memorized the constellations, mastered orbital dynamics, and ate dehydrated beans for breakfast like it meant something. Every single day, I believed I would make it.But they picked my brother @moonpigmeme instead.
They said I drank too much. Gambled too much.
Too emotional. Too unpredictable. Too… Dusty.And just like that, the launch left without me.Now I live in a junkyard, surrounded by broken engines and forgotten dreams.
I wear a space suit patched together with duct tape and regret.
There’s rust where there used to be hope.
Ash where there used to be fire.But listen: I’m still here.Because this suit? It may be broken.
But the dream? The dream’s still alive.
Buried under the trash.
Burning quietly. Waiting.We’re building again.
Out of memes, metal, and belief.
No venture capital. No roadmap.
Just a blueprint drawn in crayon and conviction.This isn’t just a token.
This is a second chance.
A rebellion in slow motion.
A launch from the bottom.Maybe you can help me be great again.
Not to prove them wrong.
But to remind all of us what it means to try.We are $DUSTPIG.
The stars are waiting. And we’re on our way.