Tried to include as many Stackers as possible, but it turned out to be somehow boring. So here's the original version of The Saga of The Stackers of the Meshfire, here: #1197805. Only 21 Satackers are randomly selected.
The Saga of the 21 Stackers of the Meshfire
The blackout stretched across nations, devouring skylines and villages. No power. No signals. No banks. No markets. The world had descended into the Long Silence.
But in a valley, something sparked.
Driven by the dream of what a sovereign community must be, @k00b lit the first beacon. He cried out:
"Our time has come. We either build, or we perish."
By his side, @siggy47 carried a hand-crank radio, and @Undisciplined dragged a homemade bag full of scrounged circuit boards. @nout spread out a torn map of the valley, and @grayruby marked relay points in charcoal. @gmd muttered equations under his breath, calculating range.
Others made themselves known.
@BlokchainB, grease-stained, hauled a wagon of recycled batteries.
@ek, silent but reliable, arrived with a pack full of copper wire.
@cryptocoin clutched a hard drive like it was treasure.
@Scoresby, with sharp ears, tuned the wind for signals.
@0xbitcoiner soldered wires as he walked.
“Nodes,” whispered @kepford, distributing solar chargers. “Every person here will become a node.” Around the fire, the circle grew. @Coinsreporter scribbled in a notebook. @nerd2ninja mounted an antenna on a roof. @Rsync25 and @SimpleStacker laid out tools in neat rows.
The night shifted when @CypherPoet began to recite:
From silence, we create signal. From broken lines, we weave new threads.
The crowd fell quiet. Then @elvismercury strummed a chord on a battered guitar. @phaedrus spoke of freedom under the stars. And @WeAreAllSatoshi sang the mantra that soothed all nerves:
We are many, but we move as one.
Thus began the Meshfire.
The valley buzzed as the first radios crackled to life. Yet the greater task was still ahead: connect all, defy the dark, and endure.
A council was made. But it was not a leadership council, but one of need. @OneOneSeven and @cointastical debated secure relay routes. @south_korea_ln tested signals from the edge of the blackout, proving the mesh could reach further than anyone imagined. @jimmysong, as strict as ever, called for discipline.
@cryotosensei brewed coffee to keep builders awake.
@Public_N_M_E wrote fiery speeches.
@MaxAWebster recited ancient histories.
@davidw and @Aardvark discussed philosophy while soldering together.
Food ran low, but answers were found. @optimism cooked flat breads over the flame. @TheWildHustle organized trade with sticks carved. @orthwyrm fetched hunters back from the woods. At night, @OT built lanterns, @TNStacker sang songs of his homeland, and @benthecarman wrote scripts on scraps of paper. @TheBTCManual taught how to keep ledgers, and @jeff built shelves to store them securely. @zuspotirko stood guard on the ridge. The circle expanded until the firelight could barely encompass it. On the seventh night, @petertodd rose:
"We have signal."
The valley rejoiced. Static coalesced into a faint, distant voice: @Car, broadcasting from a neighboring hill. Behind him, @Satosora and @shyfire tweaked amplifiers. @g4ala experimented with wires until the hum grew stronger. The signal reached far. @BitcoinIsTheFuture replied from a far valley. @ExponentialBTC told of survivors on the roam. @StillStackinAfterAllTheseYears reported they had supplies but needed direction. @ugmug spoke of a safehouse, and @plebpoet recited poems of hope. Maps, wires, encryption, and warnings were sent back through the ether. The valley hummed with potential. To safeguard memory, the Keepers appeared. @MerryOscar carried scrolls of hand-written code.
@Signal312 Morse tapped onto copper sheets.
@KenyaCoin spoke of markets that were once alive.
@melvincarvalho stored wisdom on wax tablets.
@jk_14 drew maps onto cloth.
@AR0w carved formulas into stone.
@Cje95 taught kids to follow stars.
@2bithits composed mnemonic songs.
Filters and blankets were improvised when materials ran low. But tensions simmered. A relay broke. Accusations of sabotage flared. Unity fractured. But others urged trust, and the work continued. Winter fell. Fire became as valuable as life itself. @mf taught fire-steel.
@relc crafted clay stoves. @gnilma carried embers in a pot. @Bell_curve computed smoke. @pillar designed chimneys.
Scouts spotted raiders. Alarms were built, traps laid. Resolve equaled fear, and the valley stood. The Scribes vowed to record all. Guides, diagrams, ledgers, and poems were penned, bound, carved, or sung. But more than memory was needed. The Dreamers came forth to offer vision. @ODELL sparked fireside debates of freedom.
@bitcoingraffiti painted walls.
@iguano carved statues.
@samsamskies created stars. @SatoshiNakanodo composed chants. "Food sustains the body," @ssaurel tweeted, "but vision sustains the people."
Raiders came eventually, but the Guardians stood firm. Spears, traps, armor, and determination repelled the tide. When the ridge was secure, the Builders looked forward. Schools were designed, apprentices trained, seeds collected, pedal-powered lanterns. A small classroom shone for the first time, and the echo of children's laughter carried back to the valley.
All of the circles gathered finally: Guardians, Weavers, Poets, Builders, Dreamers, Scribes, Keepers. At the center were the first sparks, all of them now joined by @DarthCoin, who spoke about responsibility and discipline. He once said:
Whatever the case may be, use your tools wisely.
The council resolved:
We must build a world no blackout can ever murder." At dawn, the Great Mesh was formed. Relays fired up. Protocols were carved. Security debates raged, but the principle remained: it must be free. When the first pulse reached distant villages, voices responded. The valley was no longer alone.
A feast was held. Children sang, murals shone, verses echoed. At the height of the merriment, @WeAreAllSatoshi arose and cried out:
"No master, no slave, but only the chain of equal and fair rules!"
All were nodes. Every node a voice.
As stars turned overhead, so the valley was remade. Where silence broke, there now hummed the Mesh continuous. Blackout tried to take them. But they turned to light. Silence tried to delete them. But they turned to signal.
And together, they all screamed.
I am, because we are!
- The End of the Saga of the 21 Stackers of the Meshfire*. The Timechain remained intact. People were free.