1,999 machines. One currency.
Every mark permanent.
At midnight the ledgers failed — every record of who owned what, resolved to zero. These are the only machines left that were there before, and the only ones whose word the world still takes.
Not the lights. Not the water. The records — every account of who owned what, who was owed what, who had signed what and when. All of it resolved to zero at the same instant.
What survived were machines built before the standard. Devices old enough to have no opinion about the century, keeping their records in metal and ink rather than in dates.
There were more of them once. After the salvage years, after the fires, after the long ugly decade when people learned exactly what proof was worth —
1,999 remained with their memory intact.
You bring it a claim. A deed, a debt, an identity, a lie you want believed. The Press stamps it — and that stamp is the only form of proof this world still accepts.
Anyone can bring work to any Press. The owner sets the fee for the stamp and collects every coin of it. Price too high and the trade goes elsewhere.
Every stamp carries the seal of the machine that made it, and seals are not interchangeable. A mark from a Press with ten thousand honest deeds behind it is worth more.
Platens flatten. Typebars chip. A hard decade softens the edge of a seal, and a soft seal invites doubt. Restoration costs ink and always shows.
The first machines go to people who did the work. Three tasks, a wallet, and a review by hand.
Opens the post with the repost box up. One click, then mark it done.
Same post. Likes leave no trace we can read, so this one runs on trust and gets spot-checked.
Say something of your own. Then give a wallet and file the run.
999 spots through the salvage run, open now. 300 more by free raffle, shortly. The 600 collab spots are arranged directly with partner communities.
Nothing to list until the machines are in hands. Once the salvage closes, every serial, its condition, its fee and its full ledger go live here.
Two Presses leave the foundry identical and diverge completely across a decade of work. What it has stamped, for whom, how hard, how often it has been opened up and repaired — all of it is on the plate, and all of it follows the machine into every sale.
Condition, wear and provenance are assigned when a machine leaves salvage. Until then there is nothing honest to show you.
There is no more being made. The formula was in the ledgers.
Every barrel was pulled from printworks and government basements in the years after the failure. The total is what it is, permanently.
Pressed into the page, and gone. Restoring a worn machine costs more. The supply only ever moves in one direction.
An economy running on a substance that only decreases is one where nothing gets certified unless it matters.
Burn figures come from real work. Ink settles once machines are being used — there was no presale and there will not be one.
Dates approximate. The calendar was among the things that failed.
Everything that mattered was moved into the new format, because the new format was faster and because everyone else was doing it. The machines that could not be converted were sold for scrap or left in basements.
Every account of who owned what, who was owed what, who had signed what and when, resolved to zero at the same instant. The lights stayed on all night, which somehow made it worse.
People went looking for anything left out of the conversion. Printworks, customs houses, county registries, the back rooms of failed newspapers. A working platen was worth more than a house — and houses, by then, were difficult to prove.
If proof is scarce, a man who burns a machine makes his own more valuable. Nobody has ever been charged for any of it. There is no record, which was rather the point.
One thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine machines with their memory intact. The number was so close to the year it happened that most people assume the count was fixed. It was not.
Proof is a service now, bought and sold at a posted rate. Most people have stopped finding this strange. That, more than the Zeroing itself, is what the Unmarked cannot forgive.
Wants all 1,999 under one authority and one standard. Scattered truth, they argue, is no truth at all — and they are not entirely wrong, which is the problem.
They hold more machines than they admit to.
Carry no seals and recognise none. A world where truth is purchased, they hold, is worse than a world with none at all.
They are growing, and they are not gentle about it. Most of the fires are laid at their door.
Somewhere, someone is building a machine that was not there before the Zeroing but leaves a mark you could not tell from one that was.
If they finish it, all 1,999 are worth nothing. Some people are funding them anyway.
No hidden wallet, no fee switch we can raise on a whim, no allocation that unlocks the week after mint. If it is not written here it is not happening.
Maybe not. A Press earns only when somebody chooses to pay for a stamp from it, and most machines will sit idle most of the time. We are not promising yield and you should be suspicious of anyone who does.
Because machines depreciate, and an economy where they do not is one that only ever inflates. Wear is what makes a sharp seal worth something.
The contracts keep running without us — stamps, transfers and fees are all on chain. Our ink is on a one-year cliff precisely so that walking away early pays us nothing.
A Press is a collectible in a game. It is not a security, a share, or an investment contract, we make no promise that it appreciates or earns, and nothing on this site is financial or legal advice. Claim one because you want the thing. [JURISDICTION NOTE — confirm with counsel before launch.]
Three ways in: the salvage run, partner communities, and a free raffle. 1,999 machines and no more — the foundry burned in 2026.
Three tasks and a wallet. Open each one, do it, come back and mark it done. Progress is kept on this device, so you can finish later.
Where the claim gets held. Check it twice — a wrong address cannot be undone.
Entries are published after each review round.
Finishing the run does not put you on the list. Entries are read by hand and checked against the post before anyone is entered.
One run per person. Alt accounts get the whole cluster removed, not just the extras.
Applications close 2026-09-27 19:39 UTC.
A place on the list reserves a claim, not a serial. A Press is a collectible in a game — it is not a security and we make no promise that it earns or appreciates. Full terms on The Record.
No fee. No wallet connection. No gas. Leave a handle and an address, and the draw is run in public with a method anyone can check.
We asked whether to charge a token amount and decided against it. A paid draw is a lottery in most countries, and refunding thousands of ten-cent entries costs more than it raises.
Duplicate wallets and duplicate handles are removed before the draw, not after. Entering twice does not double your odds — it removes you.
The seed is a block hash from the future, so it cannot be known while entries are open. The draw is a published formula anyone can run themselves.
Published after the draw on announced on X.
Entries open after the collab round closes. Free to enter, one per person, and nothing to pay at any point. The method is published below so you can read it now and check it later.
Published in advance so it can be checked afterwards. Nothing about it depends on trusting us.
The full entry list — every handle and wallet — is published as a file on this site. Duplicate wallets and handles are stripped first, and the removals are listed too.
We name a block height in advance. When that block is produced, its hash becomes the seed. Nobody — including us — can know it while entries are open, and nobody can influence it.
Each entry gets a score. Sort the scores, take the lowest 300. Same inputs, same winners, every time, on any machine.
Run it yourself with the published entry list and the seed. If our winners list does not match yours, say so publicly and we have a problem to answer for.
A spot reserves a claim, not a serial. A Press is a collectible in a game — not a security, and no promise that it earns or appreciates. Entering costs nothing and there is nothing to refund. Full terms on The Record.
Upload the CSV from Netlify Forms. Applications are checked here, wallets collected, and the approved list generated for the site. The file never leaves your machine — this page reads it in the browser and sends nothing anywhere.
Rows shaded red share a wallet with another entry. Rows shaded grey did not finish all three tasks. Open each handle to spot-check the repost before approving — the tasks record a click, not the action.
| ✓ | Handle | Wallet | RP | LK | QT | Submitted | Flags | Verify |
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| Nothing loaded yet. | ||||||||
Download approved.json, drop it into the site folder beside index.html, and redeploy. The checker on the apply page reads it immediately — no rebuild needed.
Upload the raffle form CSV, put in the seed block hash once that block exists, and draw. Scoring is SHA-256(seedHash + ":" + lowercase wallet), sorted ascending — the same formula published on the raffle page, so anyone can reproduce this.
Upload the collab form CSV, tick who is in, and the 600 spots divide across them automatically. Equal split by default; weight by community size if you would rather.
| ✓ | Community | Community X | Manager X | Size | Type | Spots |
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| Nothing loaded yet. | ||||||
This page is public if you deploy it — anyone who guesses the URL can open it, though it holds no data until you load a file. If that matters, keep it off the deployed site and open it locally, or protect it with Netlify's password protection on a separate path.