FOMO Erectus is both an ancient relic and a modern prophet; a beta-crushing blend of primal instinct and impeccable style. Constantly scanning the horizon for the latest trends and opportunities while fending off the Fear Of Missing Out, he symbolizes the plight of both the hunter and the hunted.

With eyes glued to a dozen glowing screens and opposable thumbs in a perpetual dance over Telegram, Reddit, Discord and X (or whatever the fuck it's called) he scours the digital savanna and social media watering holes for the next hot meme shitcoin or degen NFT sensation to stake his ample fortunes on.

"All work and no play" is simply not in this ape man's vocabulary. No, seriously. FOMO Erectus is an early hominid species that existed long before, well... words. The guy swings a mean tennis racket though and you're simply NGMI if that's not some of the coolest fucking hippie hair you've ever laid eyes on.

Relaxing after a day of YOLO momo trades and outsmarting rugpull predators, FOMO Erectus reflects on his conquests and near-misses. An evolved ape, he adapts and learns to temper his primal impulses, but that fine woman will never suspect it when she's getting brutalized by King's Richard later.