Legends, written by their guardians.

This little nerd was the biggest swot in Hogwarts. He made Hermione Granger look like a rebellious tearaway. Would spend all day and night with his head in a spellbook but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't even muster a simple spell. A true Hufflepuff. Terrible at Quidditch, awful at Potions and even worse when it came to chatting up the girls. Basically the definition of a loser. Then one day he discovered the Dead Pixels Club and became obsessed with these cute little ghosts. Instead of studying he would spend all day and night creating funny gifs and memes of his favourite NFTs. As the Reacts came and his Ghost Pay racked up he felt like he had found his calling. He was destined for greatness, not as a traditional wizard but as a Meme Wizard!

Current guardian: @Nieu_X

Once, he was human. A quiet dreamer who found peace in the little things—like sipping his morning coffee beneath the summer sun. But time caught up, as it always does. Fearing death, he chose immortality the only way his world knew how: he uploaded his consciousness into a robotic shell, trading flesh for circuitry.

For years, he wandered as a machine. Efficient. Precise. But also hollow. No coffee had taste, no breeze felt warm, no smile ever reached his soul. And then, even the machine failed. Circuits fried, systems shut down, and the body that was supposed to last forever… didn’t.

Yet his spirit lingered.

Now he drifts as a ghostly remnant, wearing the same summer hat he once loved, sipping endless coffee that he can never drink. His eyes glow with quiet contentment, not because he escaped death, but because he finally accepted it.

The Dead Pixel Ghost Club welcomed him as one of their own. A hybrid soul: human, then robot, now ghost. His tale is whispered among the others as a warning and a comfort—immortality isn’t in machines or code, but in the rituals we refuse to let go of.

And so, every day, in a world beyond deletion, he still raises his mug with a relaxed hand… smiling, pleased, forever savoring the memory of a life once lived.

Current guardian: ManBanama

Sharkie wasn't always Sharkie.
His real name was Bruce, and Bruce had a little brother named Grim.

Grim always took care of Bruce and they went through thick and thin together until his brother told him one day that some people called the high scepter, would pick him up and that there was nothing he could do about it.

Bruce had a feeling this was coming from high above and was a blessing in disguise.

A huge ceremony was prepared, and as he was heading towards the center of the hall, he could hear the whispers getting louder, screaming onesies, onesies, onesies, onesies.

Smoke settled, and all of the sudden it got very quiet. He saw the large mirror in the center, and as he got closer, the great reveal!!!

Bruce wasn't Bruce anymore.
Bruce was a Shark, a nice one, a cute one, but yet a shark.

Sharkie was his new calling, and boy did he deliver.

Sharkie was given the task to lead the Onesies, but Sharkie didn't want this responsibility without the official vote of the entire realm.

The Onesie Wars were the place to prove his worth. A lot of amazing Onesie warriors showed up to the task.
Yet Sharkie smashed through each round.
Bulls, Foxes, Ducks, heck even Dragons ended up accepting defeat and respect to the new King. The Onesie of all Onesie's. Sharkie.

P.S. Sharkie does not take this responsibility lightly and will forever be grateful to the people that confirmed what was already written in the stars.

Current guardian: Playyagame

In the heart of the Hedera ForeverMint 24h party on July 8th, 2025—where disco balls spun on hashgraph time and NFTs rained like confetti—Pat had a mission: mint the elusive DPGC cat onesie. After already collecting 10 ghosts before the event—and still no cat in sight—this felt personal. With unshakable determination (and questionable luck), this brave minter clicked the “Mint” button… not once, not twice, but four times, each time whispering to the Hash Gods, “Cat onesie, cat onesie, CAT ONESIE.” But alas, nothing. A parade of cute and diverse little ghosts showed up—but no cat onesie.

On the fifth summon, as if the Hashgraph was mocking the obsession, out popped a ghost in a turtle onesie, grinning smugly with the wisdom of a creature that lives 100 years and still never rushes anything. The crowd gasped. The DJ dropped a Hedera-themed remix of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles intro. You could practically hear someone shout, “Cowabunga!” from the other side of the chain. That’s when Chuchu, DPGC’s honorary vibe officer and cat onesie connoisseur, appeared out of thin air—or maybe the metadata. With generous flair, Chuchu offered a trade: his elusive cat onesie ghost for the newly hatched turtle. A trade so pure, so wholesome, even the mirror node paused for dramatic effect.

And so, Ghost #3093 found its way to Pat—decked in pixelated shades and strutting in a cat onesie, radiating untouchable cool. Rumor has it he now moderates the DPGC Discord using only emojis and psychic vibes. He doesn’t meow. He purr-suades. He’s the ghost who went from turtle to purr-fect, all thanks to some minting madness, a heroic Chuchu, and possibly a sprinkle of hash-powered fate. Now he lounges in his new forever wallet, occasionally whispering: “Fifth time’s the charm.”

Current guardian: @PattyAlexx

The Young Maverick -known as a bit of a rebel, someone who questioned everything and accepted nothing at face value. He was fascinated by the idea that beneath the humor and simplicity of memes lay a deeper, often overlooked complexity.
By wearing the Onesie, signals his intent to take control of the narratives around memes, to be the pilot who navigates through the turbulent skies of internet culture with precision and purpose.
The Onesie represents the duality of memes—their ability to be both innocent and powerful, humorous and serious. Young Maverick is a "Risky Pixel" who thrives on the unknown and the unpredictable. He’s the kind of ghost who isn’t afraid to dive into the most controversial or misunderstood memes and symbols; He's all business when pushing the boundaries of what memes can be and what they can represent. He accepts the seemingly impossible mission to elevate memes from simple symbols to powerful agents of change, and he’s willing to take whatever risks are necessary to achieve that goal.

Current guardian: realfungibleguy

In a distant world where spirits and creatures coexist, there was a peculiar spirit named Popo. Unlike other spirits, Popo was fascinated by the physical world, especially the funny and whimsical things humans enjoyed. He often spent his days peeking into the human realm, longing to bring joy to others. One day, Popo discovered a mysterious pond known as the “Pond of Whims.” Legend had it that anyone who bathed in its waters would be transformed into their true, joyful self. Without hesitation, Popo dove in, and something extraordinary happened. His once-transparent ghostly form turned blobby and bouncy, a sprout grew from his head, and around his body appeared a duck floaty. To top it off, a duck mask wrapped itself around his face. As he floated out of the pond, Popo realized his transformation had made him a symbol of joy and humor. His sprout represented his endless growth in creativity, the blobby body gave him the power to shapeshift into amusing forms, and the duck floaty allowed him to glide across land, water, or even air with ease. The duck mask had a unique power: whenever someone gazed upon him, they couldn’t help but smile and laugh. Now known as “Duck Popo,” he roams between worlds, spreading laughter and silliness wherever he goes. Whether it’s helping a sad child with his goofy dance or calming a nervous crowd with his floaty’s cheerful quacks, Duck Popo is a beloved figure, always reminding people to find joy in the little things.

Current guardian: @uNnN9wDLKJ6WRxG

Ryan was once a charming, young-hearted, and charismatic man... unfortunately, he tragically died in a pool of maple syrup. Often found haunting his friend, Hughie Quackman, Ryan now spends his days and nights hiding behind a mask, fighting gossip about him being a Douglas—which isn’t so ridiculous, since some Dougs have been known to carry a sticky waffle in their pocket.

Current guardian: @Su9er9osition

Standing on the bank of the seven-mile-long Loch Eck (and previously known as the Lock Eck Inn), The Coylet Inn is an old coaching house dating from 1650 that originally catered for travelers going between Glasgow and Dunoon. The Inn is reputedly haunted by the apparition of a ‘Blue Boy’. This ghost is thought to have been a young boy that either drowned (possibly during a sleepwalk) during a stay at the Inn or in some versions froze to death whilst outside it.

Current guardian: @BARRONTRUMP

Back in the dark ages, Krick and his grotesque bros found a portal to Metallica's 1983 dressing room. Cramming as much loot into their sacks as they could, they hotfooted it back to their forest lair. At the nearby crossroads was old Beelzebub, who showed them the ways of axe and amp under one condition: after their millennium-long lifespan, their spirits would go to the fabled Ghost City. So Krick and his bros Joomz, Lurge, and Queef formed the way-ahead-of-its-time metal band Mischief, who would eventually inspire the very band whose instruments they once stole from the future.

Current guardian: CiwiLlyfn

Toro "The Zombie Bull" roams the earth searching for his beloved wife Daisy who suddenly disappeared in 1866 under the midnight blue sky of Victorian London. Rumor has it Daisy is somewhere in Ghost City. Toro also loves a bull market, he's seen 40 or 50 in his time and to this day he remains the most bullish ghost in DPGC. Silver!!

Current guardian: SaltzSilver

Once upon a time, in the vast digital expanse of the Hedera ecosystem, there roamed a spectral figure known as DJ Techno Pixelgeist. Born from the remnants of countless dead pixels, he emerged as the 3773rd entity in the Dead Pixel Ghost NFT series.

DJ Techno Pixelgeist was not your average ghost. Clad in a vibrant rainbow propeller beanie and lugging a vintage boombox, he grooved through the digital ether with unmatched flair. His spectral beats echoed across the blockchain, captivating all who dared to listen.

But beneath his whimsical exterior lay a deeper truth: DJ Techno Pixelgeist was more than just an NFT. He was a beacon of creativity and innovation, a symbol of the boundless possibilities of the digital realm.

As users traversed the decentralized landscape of Hedera, they encountered DJ Techno Pixelgeist, spreading joy and inspiration with every flicker of his pixelated form. He wasn't bound by the constraints of the physical world; instead, he transcended them, proving that even in the realm of non-fungible assets, true artistry knew no bounds.

And so, DJ Techno Pixelgeist became a legend in the world of NFTs, forever etched into the annals of digital history as a testament to the power of imagination and the limitless potential of the blockchain.

Current guardian: @realfungibleguy

In the digital realm of the blockchain, there existed a unique and haunting presence known as Skugge, the NFT ghost. Instead of wandering through physical streets, Skugge traversed the decentralized corridors of the metaverse, his spectral form encapsulated within a non-fungible token (NFT).

Legend spoke of this elusive and ethereal entity, an NFT ghost whose digital presence transcended the boundaries of reality and imagination. Skugge's existence was a series of cryptographic codes and pixelated shadows, an enigma encapsulated within the blockchain.

Collectors and enthusiasts sought to possess the NFT that encapsulated Skugge, each token a gateway to the ghostly tales and haunted experiences within the digital metaverse. The NFT ghost, with its shimmering, otherworldly appearance, became a prized possession in the virtual art world.

One intrepid user named Rekkr, drawn by the allure of the unknown, embarked on a journey through the encrypted pathways of the metaverse to discover the enigmatic Skugge. Armed with a virtual reality headset, Rekkr navigated the decentralized alleys, his digital footsteps echoing in the binary silence.

As the blockchain clock struck midnight, a glitchy voice echoed through the virtual space, calling Rekkr's username. Skugge materialized from the pixels, a surreal and haunting figure, his NFT form glowing with an eerie luminescence.

Skugge shared stories not of forgotten towns but of lost data, digital echoes, and encrypted secrets. The NFT ghost, with its spectral touch, left an indelible mark on Rekkr's digital identity, intertwining his existence with the haunted narratives of the blockchain.

Together, they ventured deeper into the encrypted archives, exploring the dark corners of the metaverse where NFT ghosts and rare tokens resided. Skugge, the phantom of the blockchain, became a digital guardian, guiding Rekkr through the intricacies of the virtual realm.

And so, in the ever-expanding digital expanse, Skugge and Rekkr continued their haunting journey, leaving behind a trail of encrypted tales that echoed through the blockchain, forever entwined in the world of NFTs and virtual mysteries.

Current guardian: Rekker

Bartholomew was a well known assassin from the 1800’s. He was a master of disguises and its said that he would use black magic and spells to render his victims hopeless. He was hired to eliminate King George III. “Bart” was disguised as a royal duck swimming in the court yard pond, awaiting the king’s arrival. To his surprise the royal guards spotted him. Bartholomew had eliminated the 1st guard that grabbed him, allowing him to obtain a hatchet to accompany his meat cleaver but it was too little too late! The second guard from behind hammered a hatchet deep in to his skull killing him instantly. Some say till this day they can hear the duck calls coming from the palace courtyard on a windy day….

Current guaridan: BROTHER_TERESA

One of the few hunters who survived the October 2022 zombie siege. He never smiles, fighting zombies has changed him forever. After a few months of peace he was hired by DPG Corp where he works on top-secret cases. When you meet him you better not say “horde”…

Current guardian: Woj_web3

(2023 Story Competition 🥇)

This pixelated @deadpixels_club ghost was actually the first monkey in space, sent on a recon mission to see if it was possible for DPGC to reach the moon 🌕 However, after an argument with Neil Armstrong, who said his helmet looked like a condom and called him names such as Condom Chimp and Prophylactic Primate things got nasty and Space Monkey came off worse. It's a little know fact that Armstrong has a vicious streak, Buzz Aldrin still has the teeth marks on his leg from when he suggested he take the first steps on the moon!

Current guardian: @AlphaRomero_

(2023 Story Competition🥈)

His story took a turn for the worse when the once successful Finn narrowly missed out on being the Firefox logo to a younger, bushier fox, a booze fuelled succession of car crashes and risky liaisons would see Finn swap the mansions of Malibu and filet mignon for the trash cans of skid row and rancid mystery meat . After years of degradation selling his tail and mainlining grease straight from the trap. Finn would find redemption of sorts with his untimely death. While in rehab away from the city Finn noticed a young chicken struggling to cross a river with a bag of corn. Selflessly he carried the chicken and corn across safely to the other side Sadly on the return journey Finn succumbed to the strong current and was pulled from this life to the next. His final words were ' For fox sake, was that it '

His paws are immortalised on Hollywood boulevard and cleaned daily by a grateful chicken 🦊.

https://twitter.com/yaka_hbar/status/1707472748279136421

(2023 Story Competition 🥉)

Don’t call it a comeback, he’s been dead for years! Ladies love ghoul James: his neon shutters hypnotize your eyes and then you recognize. The self-proclaimed “Greatest of all Time,” he’ll take a musclebound phantom and put his face in the sand. Just don’t mention his beef with Caniboo or he’ll drop a bomb on ya and pour a dom on ya.

https://twitter.com/CiwiLlyfn/status/1706282633511010441

(2023 Story Competition Finalist)

Once a celestial being tasked with illuminating Heaven, Lucifer's unchecked pride led to rebellion against God, causing his fall to the underworld. His legendary cruelty reveled in tormenting lost souls, turning their suffering into darkly comedic never-ending charades.

His ultimate transgression? Challenging the Almighty in a cosmic poker game, wagering his celestial fire against divine grace. In a spectacular defeat, his celestial light was extinguished forever. Transformed into a devilish ghost with twisted horns and a translucent form, the celestial flame became an eternal torch of torment.

Within Lucifer's spectral heart, flickers of remorse and redemption burned, yet for now, he became the twisted joke he once played on lost souls, forever trapped in midnight shadows of the afterlife.

Current guardian: @r3dxen

(2023 Story Competition Finalist)

This mohawk wielding ghost pities the fool that doesn't have a pair of Gold Shades! Whilst he was alive he made a living as a Mr T impersonator and was the best in the business. Not only was he the spitting image of the A Team favourite but he sounded EXACTLY like him too and had perfected all the phrases, with his favourite being "I ain't getting on no plane fool!" The irony is that if he had listened to his own advice and not boarded his flight to Vietnam he might still be with us today. The plane didn't crash or anything. In fact it was a textbook landing! Mr T had a terrible peanut allergy, and despite the cabin crew warnings some little pipsqueek decided to chow down on a Snickers bar and the rest is history. Rest In (Reeces) Pieces Mr T!

https://twitter.com/AlphaRomero_/status/1708962126784582111

(2023 Story Competition Finalist)

Once a typical vampire, he terrorized villagers with his fangs and his insatiable thirst.

During one particularly eerie evening, he stumbled upon a witch's juice stand offering supernatural organic concoctions.

Curious, he decided to try beetroot juice instead of his usual meal. As the liquid flowed down his throat, a strange transformation began to occur. The magical beetroot juice mixed with his vampiric essence, caused an unusual change overnight. A sprout sprouted atop his head, turning him into a vegetarian vampire.

Now, Count Sproutula is a friendly ghost who'd rather sip beetroot juice and tell vegetable jokes than chase after unsuspecting necks.

https://twitter.com/krytian_krytian/status/1708070504894984479

(2023 Story Competition Finalist)

In and out the slammer, 2376 is a bit of a street legend in GHOSTOPIA. To all the 👻 that lived above the buildings he was hustlin in front of. Called the police, when he was just tryin' to make some money to feed his daughter (it's all good). And all the ghosties in the struggle, you know what he's sayin'? It's all good, baby baby

P.s. Eddie smokes skunk with his peeps all day

Spread love, it's the GHOSTOPIA way

https://twitter.com/CoachCrypto22/status/1710641341741588810

(2023 Story Competition Finalist)

A true #DeadPixels tale. Drama! Stallion! Abuse! Heartbreaking yet consoling. The legend says that Ghost 647, once an angel ghost was kidnapped as a ghost slave by an evil infamous rugger named Stallion. He was known to be abusive, not only did he clip his angel wings but abused him physically leaving 647's face mutilated. Then came a time, when Stallion rugged Gangsters Paradise and was desperate to dump everything as he sought an exit from the #HBARNFTs ecosystem. @SoloGangGang saw an opportunity and low balled him continuously for 6 days for half the price Stallion had paid. Despite numerous immediate rejections, Solo had faith that he would eventually break him. On the 7th day he offered 500 #HBAR on top of his lowball offer but this time from his alt account, lo and behold it worked, Ghost 647 was rescued as the very first #phantom Solo owned. The Ghostfellas felt inclined to help. @rayyamartino equipped 647 with a jetpack to replace his wings and make him whole again. @raf_deadpixels contributed a mask to cover his mutilated face as he could not stand the sight of his beautiful "art" mutilated.@Will_DPGC not be out done by the others, got 647 an emotional support ducky to deal with the PTSD. Even though some (not to name names @Aaryn234 ) seem to think he is ugly, 647 is unique and a legend who has come to be loved by all and known as THE "Phantom of DPGC". Now a days he loves to float around with his ducky everywhere he haunts preparing for a @deadpixels_club moon mission coming soon. 🚀💪

https://twitter.com/SoloGangGang/status/1710070885539856791?t=DCwoZiLSX-tEbz26Ahbbkw&s=19

(2023 Story Competition Finalist)

A Ghostly Halloween Mistake

Halloween was right around the corner and the Dead Pixels Ghost Club was preparing for their Annual Halloween Party. Chumley, being a ghost and all, was never a fan of Halloween.—But this year was different.—Chumley spent the last year working on his physique with the muscle ghosts. Being single and all, it was important that he dress to impress. He went through his closet checking out all his options:

Pothead? No. / Hair on fire? No. / Playboy bunny? No. / Mad scientist? No.

At this point, you get it, nothing in his closet was going to work! So he did what all ghosts do when they need to costume options, he called Wil, Ray, and Raf. After a lengthy conversations, they came up with the perfect costume for Chumley, but there was a catch… once Chumley put on this new costume, there was no changing back. After much deliberation, Chumley decided it was time to risk it all in an effort to impress at the Annual Halloween Party. After a few days, the costume was ready and he flew off to Dead Pixel Ghost Club HQ for his costume change. Chumley was thrilled with the change. His costume was an absolute hit at the Annual Halloween Party! Lady ghosts loved it! One lady ghost took a liking to Chumley and they left the party together. Bad news for Chumley, he couldn’t take his costume off…

https://twitter.com/HBARGremlin/status/1707403826087526841

(2023 Story Competition Finalist)

Bum (real name William Turner) and Piddy his Sidekick Pigeon were decorated police officers working undercover for NYPD on the mean streets of New York in 1989. The information they obtained brought down many high profile names in the Raybino crime family. Their high profile arrests were mainly down to Piddy's excellent 'listening in' evidence sitting on window ledge. They were taped using a dictophone strapped to his back. Unfortunately, they were both uncovered when Piddy inexcusably got caught up with another Pigeon. The bird in question was a street worker called Rafa, said to have feathers of heaven. She was actually working for the crime family who grew suspicious of the Pigeon on the ledge. The double cross was set up on a cold December night. Bum and Piddy were found dead, shot in the heads as they lay asleep next to the fire in their cardboard box.

https://twitter.com/Scandy_hbar/status/1710237920118886603

Dear Raf, I wrote you, but you still ain't callin'

I left my cell, my wallet, and my serial # at the bottom...

I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not've got 'em

There probably was a problem at the ghost office or Smort lost em'

Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em

But anyways, fright it, what's been up, man? How's your daughter?

My ghoulfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father

If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her? I'ma name her Booie

I read about your Uncle Louie too, I'm sorry

I had a friend burn himself over some ghoul who didn't want him

I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan

I even got the OG muscle ghost that you did for laughs

I got a room full of your jpgs and your passes, man

I like the jar you did with LOTP too, that shid was phat

Anyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me back

Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan, #1422, this is Stan

Current guardian: @hbob8922

In the shadowy realm of the pixel underworld, a ghostly enforcer cloaked in phantom dark smoke haunts the digital streets seeking retribution in the shadows and vengeance from beyond the grave. He is a malevolent vigilante who ruthlessly hunts down and eliminates copycats leaving a trail of fear and destruction in his wake one twisted justice at a time. He is known only as ... Smoke.

Current guardian: @SpacedNFT

Once upon a time in the digital metropolis of Ghostopia where pixels pulse with life and the Hashgraph holds the secrets of countless creations, there lives a legendary NFT known as the "Max Chad." This unique and enigmatic entity has become the stuff of legends, drawing collectors, gamers and enthusiasts from every corner of the virtual world. It is as if the NFT exists in a realm between the digital and the spiritual, where the tangible and the intangible are intertwined, for the creativity and passion that poured into every pixel, every line of code, every shade of color gave birth to the elegant, awe-inspiring and ethereal Max Chad. This masterpiece doesn't stop at mere aesthetics, it's as if it's embedded with a magical pixel muscle source of untamed power that can be harnessed by its owner. Thusly the Max Chad became not just an NFT but a symbol of hope and inspiration to the digital realm, that its legacy would live on reminding all that the true power of pixels lay not in the possession of artifacts but in the creative spirit of those who wielded them for the greater good.

Current guardian: @SpacedNFT

In the ghost city, the mischievous ghost Bob befriends Lucifer. Instead of fearing him, Lucifer's pranks make Bob smile. Their unique friendship becomes a local legend, proving even unexpected bonds can bring positive change.

Current Guardian: @cryptocoinou

Whilst attending the Springfield's Annual Chili Cook-Off he sampled a Police chiefs chilli which contained the infamous Guatemalan Insanity Pepper. After forgetting to coat his mouth with candle wax the heat was just too much for him to handle. Whilst trying to quell the furnace in his mouth he grabbed a gallon of milk and downed the whole bottle, forgetting about his lactose allergy… He roams Ghost City with constant heartburn and burps fire every few minutes…

Current guardian: @AlphaRomero_

In life, Derpepe was… well, it really doesn’t matter. Let’s just say in death, he really started living. You see, in the afterlife, you can do whatever you want. And what Derpepe wanted to do was herp, derp, querp and flerp around Ghostopia’s central pond in his favourite frog onesie. Ask him if he ate any flies recently, and he might just nyersh you…

Current guardian: @LNev2012

Somewhat less well known and considerably less distinguished than his older brother Edgar, Ledger was an author of some note himself. Ledger is widely credited as the inventor of the scary story with his infamous tale 'The Licked Hand' circa 1836.

Ledger expired after an ill fated expedition to run the bulls in Pamplona not as a result of the bulls themselves but rather a duel over an unsettled wager. He was knocked over by an ambulance on the the way to the duel causing his own pistol to discharge and deliver a mortal blow to the buttocks.

His main source of amusement nowadays is dressing in a black hooded cloak and tapping on the windows of old folks homes with his scythe.

Current guardian: @web69_hbar

Famously known to be the fastest floater around, Bolt always wears a smile as he leaves his competition in the dust, breaking seemingly endless amounts of world records. Don't blink or you might miss him!

Current guardian: @invsiboo

Ducky Balboa came home one evening only to find out his entire family had been murdered by The Butcher. Devastated and alone, he retreated into a dark place of grief and despair, unable to cope with the loss…

However, through the support of DPGC and the strength he gained by training harder than ever before, Ducky was eventually able to regain himself and is now set out on a mission to track down the killer to make him pay for his heinous crimes.

Current guardian: @CiwiLlyfn

This is Blythe. Blythe started his acting career back in 2012, landing the lead role as the Grim Reaper in in a B grade film called Two Die For. The film was terrible, as expected, and unfortunately for Blythe he was type cast as Blythe with a Scythe and failed to pick up another role until finally, in 2022 he was approached to be a stunt double in the upcoming Bill & Ted sequel.

Current guardian: @mikeparakh

Both species born of the urban environment, the pigeon and the punk naturally gravitated towards one another in life. These two are the original pigeon and the original punk, whose names have been lost to time. To this day, when other punks (and other pigeons) claim to have seen them—during rare nights in the city when a few stars can be seen past the light pollution—they are never seen apart.

Current guardian: @dauerkid

Some say he died as he lived: whacking away at all of the weeds threatening his precious lilacs. Others say it was the lilacs themselves he hated, and that they grew up around his Wisconsin cabin just to spite him, always coming back thrice as thick no matter how many he'd cut down. But a few others held a different truth--the folks that lingered in the furthest back booths of the local bar, silent while louder voices discussed the late lumberjack, boys who thought they were men sneering at his soft side, saying they'd always suspected something. The folks that stayed quiet were the same ones that would drive past the lumberjack's cabin, empty now for quite a while, and think about the purple flowers that lie, pressed and fragile, in old books in their bedrooms, and all the stolen moments they'd shared with a man whose soft side was the real reason the front yard was a carpet of royal purple, the real reason the Wisconsin woods had been a bit safer for all kinds of folks, and all kinds of men.

Current guardian: @dauerkid

Don’t be fooled by his adorable demeanor this ghost can be ghoulish! Donning a wicked skull mask and the blacked out version of his favorite ghost cap this pair hits the town for a night of haunting every Halloween. Dressing up as a spooky specter to hit the neighborhood trick-or-treating with his favorite feline Max, this gravely duo sets out to hocus pocus, haunt and howl at the moon while stacking their favorite chocolate BARS.

Current guardian: @SpacedNFT

Jackson is a competitive gamer. After reaching elite levels in some of the worlds largest eSport competitions, it was found he’d been cheating in games. He was immediately removed of all rank and stripped of his awards and notoriety. He has since turned over a new leaf, becoming an active beta tester for gaming on Hedera. This bad boy now spends his time behind the scenes, exposing current problems within digital assets, virtual transactions, player rankings and scoreboards while apparently chewing gum.

Current guardian: @notjbird

Billy’s claim to fame is getting taken out by the madman from the Ugly Kid Joe song while slinging webs on the Spiderman ride at Disneyland. He may have paid with his life for the experience, but Billy is still stoked that he got to go there.

(Escaped to Ghost City)

Casℏian adopted a pup in early 2022 and named her Luna, after his favorite token. She was no ordinary dog. Casℏian found he could communicate with her telepathically anytime he made a gold coin float in mid-air. From then on they were inseparable. During that time, the price of Terra Luna made ATH. Casℏian decided to go all in, daydreaming of owning the same lambo yacht McGregor had purchased less than a year ago. “You should diversify your investments,” Luna argued in support of dog-themed cryptocurrencies. Although Casℏian loved Luna, he wasn’t about to take investment advice from a dog and proceeded to HODL his life savings in Terra Luna on FTX. Several months later, Casℏian was reportedly struck by a Tesla on autopilot while delivering Cashew Chicken for DoorDash on his bicycle.

Current guardian: @Jas0xnWyatt

How ironic that a pious monk like Brother Przemysław, whose only vice in life was liking the strong ale he brewed that little bit too much, should become a mindless minion of Crack Doom in the afterlife. By the way, that hatchet in his skull isn’t how he died: that’s an astral axe put there by C-Doom himself in frustration at not being able to pronounce poor old Przemek’s name for the 1,879th time.

Current guardian: @CiwiLlyfn

Oh, you thought vampires just turn to dust when the sunlight hits them and that’s all? Lucius got to be a ghost too, and once he was free of his insatiable thirst for blood, he had time to devote himself to more useful pursuits. He’s already pretty much mastered rainbow-fart propulsion, and now he’s working on making that mean scowl of his look convincing. Truth is, though, we all know he’s over the moon to have become not just any ghost, but a bona fide phantom.

Current guardian: @SaltzSilver

I have just been too nice, at least for a ghost. So I have been sent back in time to learn the craft of proper ghostlery. Now, no one told me where to fly, so up I went. Floating the heavens I can´t help but smile because I know from the future: all will be good, WAGMI and RIP. 😄

Current guardian: Hederian_xxl

Typical Prof. Calculus: Due to his absent-minded nature, sucked into a black hole during an experimental space voyage. He didn’t calculate the escape velocity right during a blackhole situation. His soul is wandering at the depths of dark space…

Current guardian: @MrEvilMorty

When dopey but lovable ghost next door Craig Dumm came into contact with the contents of a carelessly tossed “sauce” bottle, he was transformed into the notorious undead dead supervillain Crack Doom. Flying a stolen and barely serviceable jetpack, he relentlessly terrorized the peaceful residents of Ghost City. It was thought nothing could contain Crack Doom’s rampage, until Hermann the Hackin’ Hexenmeister flashed his digi-dagger…

Current guardian: @CiwiLlyfn

Mr. Joe & Bach Bach and Mr. Adorable & Max are two very close brothers. While the younger Mr. Adorable has always held the upmost affection for his kitty Max, Mr. Joe found a peculiar friend in the form of a chicken who he named Bach Bach. A lover of classical music, coffee connoisseur and exorcise fanatic hell bent on becoming yoked, a certified poultry-geist and boo-mer Mr. Joe spends his days navigating the earthly Hashgraph realms watching out for his little bro hoping he doesn’t become a hunter of his own kind … or prey to the hunters. The brothers often joke with each other about which came first the proto-chicken or the dead ghost, which, after cracking up a bit and losing their favorite white ghost caps always leads to a dead end.

Current guardian: SpacedNFT

Meet Mauri, the flying Chicken-Burner! Don’t really know why (he never told me) but everytime he sees a chicken he somehow gets cravings for chicken wings. And since he’s able to create flames with his bare ghost hands we all know how every chicken story ends! 🍗🪦

Current guardian: @AlphaRomero_

The WAGMI Angel spreads her blessing to the most bearish of markets and protects us from the temptations of FOMO. Encountering the WAGMI Angel grants great fortune and protection from future rugs.

Current guardian: CptZipto

Hermann was a Hamburg-based technowizard who single-handedly aced plenty of hackathons in his time. Eventually, though, the truth was uncovered: Hermann had been entering the web Tron-style and using his digi-knife to literally hack the competition. He was thus pronounced dead to all blockchain enthusiasts and forever banished to the hashgraph.

(Escaped to Ghost City)

Zaichik loved reading about wildlife and ventured into the forest each morning to see what creatures he could spot. One chilly, early spring day, when Zaichik was 8, he went out munching an apple and chucked the core into the bushes when he was finished. A spooked ℏare shot out and collided head first with little Zaichik. The two perished; their souls merged for all eternity, but Zaichik still carries the poor ℏare’s skull, hoping that one day he can use it to lift the curse.

Current guardian: Unknown

After being voted the #1 most adorable ghost by the entire Ħedera community, the Dead Pixels creators sought to manifest contact with this lovable apparition. In good spirits, Mr. Adorable agreed to the interview with one caveat … that his kitty Max may accompany him. After taking a few questions about their recent phandom, Mr. Adorable slipped into a visitant state. With a merry expression on his face he was heard mumbling something about his favorite white ghost cap and his kitty. As Ray and Wil looked at one another bemused, they leaned in only to hear a gentle purr. To this day neither can agree if it was coming from cat or ghost. The one thing they do agree upon is it was quite the specter.

Current guardian: @SpacedNFT

Capser-cinno loves his coffee and is the friendliest hbar dev there is. Even though he died of laughter choking on coffee because of tech puns, he remains happy because he works for the best crypto company to ever exist, Hedera, the company that created the best crypto coin ever: Hbar. That's why even in his death he still comes to work every single day with his coffee in hand like a real developer with a smile on his face.

Current guardian: @Rkatakpawou

Triple G is blood relative of Ozzy. A rebellious teen, he lived radically on drugs, money and fame. He died role playing as the Green Goblin. Triple G now lives among the #DPGC, holding a vile of his drug of choice. And oh yeah, the bat wings, umm he also liked Batman, but he never could decide if he wanted to be good guy or a bad guy.

Current guardian: SoloGangGang (anon)

From the depths of the Roman Empire, Vulcan rose as a deformed, destructive force. Hated by many, loved by none, he found peace and beauty in the afterlife, roaming the hashgraph and bringing others to the light. Long live Vulcan, Man of Fire.

Current guardian: @HBARbarian_

Shy has always been in love with Ghost 1 due to their strong resemblance, but she hesitated asking him out; being an introvert she never took her chances. Now they’re both in the afterlife, but her self-effacing personality didn’t change at all. She became translucent out of fear. Although she found a way to be nearby her lover forever...

Current guardian: @R3dXen

Reported Missing: Mostly Safe to be around, enjoys re-arranging kitchen utensils while you leave the house. But has a history of sometimes staining them red ... floor boards too.

Current guardian: Daley (anon)

Pixela the Space Explorer was accidentally left on the moon because she was told to get coffee for the crew 10 secs before liftoff. Even after her death,she is still happily waiting for the team to rescue her and serve THE COFFEE.

Current guardian: @Ezekieljack18

Meet Vlad. Vlad is your happy-go-lucky hard working door to door natural gas salesman that wants to lock in your rate for the next 5 years with an average $1,000 savings for you. Trained at Gazprom, he also was an undercover KGB agent. His specialty was making his assinations look like accidents. He died during a mission when he got distracted and sparked a cigarette in a live trap. Vlad carries the blue gas flame as a curse in his Ghost life to forever remind of his unfortunate death.

Current guardian: SoloGangGang (anon)

Luke was a nerd that everybody made fun of in high school. He swore that he would one day win over the high school jock's girlfriend and take her to prom in his spaceship. He made the spaceship. He got the jock's girlfriend to go to prom with him because of his spaceship. The jock got mad and cut a few of the spaceship's wires...

Current guardian: RageGamer (Anon)

This ghost carries a single SHIB token and repeatedly flicks it in the air with his thumb - heads, Ethereum 2.0 launches successfully; tails, it all goes horribly wrong. Nobody knows which side of the coin is winning out...

Current guardian: @BarHBARian

In the beginning, Rocket Bunny was a car enthusiast. He had a Subaru BRZ and turboed it, bigger injectors, put a rocket bunny kit on, vinyl wrap, wheels, the works. At a drift event he eventually made it into, he slid too far around a turn on the side of a mountain pass curve, crashed the car off the side of a cliff, and killed him and him alone. Now in the afterlife, he takes the persona of his beloved car, the Rocket Bunny.

Current guardian: @Masonwebsterv

"Soulja Boiii" is not your ordinary Ghost; his upbringing on the mean streets of suburban California has him tweaking hardbody! He's packing a "SuperSoker Six-Seven-Five" at all times, with a range of 3.2 feet he is well equipped to wet any fool that crosses within that radius. Lazer focus on his target and a crooked eye for his "Opps"... get caught "lacking" and it could be your last day! Died slipping on water from a leak in his SuperSoker.

Current guardian: SoloGangGang (anon)

A normal ghost. Working hard everyday at his 9-5 job to make his life better. Now he's bored with regular normal life. Sipping coffee in the mornings, thinking about changing his life routine and trying to find real meaning of life.

Current guardian: @_Pulkit07

At a young age, Wiz is already a very talented sorcerer. He's one of the few who was able to break the spell that froze the ghosts inside the 1x1 canvas. He also defeated the Terminator but sometimes he's too clumsy; just watch him drop the poor robot's head. Lulz.

Current guardian: @Ezekieljack18

Once upon a time, long ago, lived Steve. Steve was on the hunt for the most magnificent unicorn in the valley! But Steve had an addiction, addiction to Hubba Bubba Bubble Gum! He blew a bubble so BIG he didn't see a horde of unicorns galloping straight towards him! As the bubble grew bigger … it suddenly pops.

Current guardian: @itzz_paul97

Scary Terry was studying some pretty gnarly jazz licks when suddenly he passed away. Mesmerized by the 2-5-1 chord progression while on his journey through the after life, Scary Terry was granted one of Hades's guitars himself. Some say they can still hear his scarily good bebop lines to this day...

Current guardian: @TheGreatMahuki

Hi, I'm Booboo. I got my name after falling off the top of a half-pipe and landing on my head. Doctors determined it was the ultimate booboo. Do I regret wearing a hat instead of a helmet? YOLO.

Current guardian: @HangryBarboons

Tripped over a duck and drowned... welp. Haunts office workers eating their sandwiches by (sic) hovering in pond reeds and quacking relentlessly through a novelty beak. It's more annoying than scary.

Current guardian: @BarHBARian

Mr. Centurion obviously passed when he was 100 years old and it was due to an axe falling on his head. Ever since, he carries the axe and keeps looking for the person who dropped it axe (I hope it's not you!). You can clearly see Mr. Centurion is not happy about this ordeal.

Current guardian: @gruntmoney

Can be summoned at the Crossroads, albeit reluctantly. Crowley became a gℏost after his own deal with the devil fell through. Having seldom ever spoken of the terms which led to his demise and subsequent service, the look on his face suggests that he should have known better than to 'dance with the devil'. His best known work was bestowing a relatively unknown blues musician with an unholy amount of skill and proficiency with the guitar. The recording sessions following their deal would go on to be coveted and studied for decades. To this day some swear they hear two guitars being played at the same time.

Current guardian: @daggerreggad

Despite many close calls with death from a career battling the Yakuza, this Dragon Ninja’s demise came when he fell, trying to stop his pet pigeon flying out of his bedroom window.

Current guardian: medz

I am spending most of my time at Ghost Tower Complex, where I am researching a new technology called ‘hashgraph’ which will help people to have increased trust, so they don't kill each other and turn into ghosts.

Current guardian: @hbar_to_moon

Urkel, a world-renowned aeronautics expert, is the inventor of the jet pack. Like the creator of the Segway, Urkel met his untimely end due to his own invention. While the concept of jet packs never found broad appeal among the living (mostly due to safety concerns), Urkel recognized the opportunity to market his invention to the dead and has even found more environmentally-friendly forms of ghost propulsion due to the decreased weight of the operators. Urkel is also a vehement advocate against the misrepresentation of the afterlife for virgins—“take advantage of your lower torso while you can. There is no special program here for virgins and there isn't much you can do about it when you’re here.”

Current guardian: @nicholasvottero

Patrick is a member of the notorious Pink Tip Mohawk Gang. These punk ghosts are known for their good looks, but Patrick stands out because of his beautiful rare translucent skin. He’s so pretty and confident that some thought he’d become their future leader until he made the biggest mistake in his afterlife: on his 18th deathday, he picked the wrong background color! (Just look at the shock on his face!) Apparently he got distracted by the 🌈. He's really upset because he can’t flex his best trait from a white background and eventually he lost his potential for the gang’s leadership. You can find him telling other ghosts he's translucent, even when no one is asking.

Current guardian: @Ezekieljack18

The details surrounding Gatsby’s death and ultimate rebirth as a gℏost are shrouded in mystery. Some believe a radioactive narwal was to blame for his untimely demise; others contend that it was an unfortunate misunderstanding with a green deep-space being named Larry. Regardless of the specifics, it appears Gatsby’s forever-job is hiding sand in beach-goers shorts.

Current guardian: Ghostopia