the road is open, go and rob it  ///  he robs from the rich  ///  he gives to the poor  ///  the poor is him  ///  first archer of sherwood, fifty thousand a month  ///  no relevant experience in archery  ///  the drive is public property now  ///  the sheriff has stopped calling  ///  the desk is still open  ///  the cigarette is still lit  /// 
Sherwood Forest · Robinhood Chain · outlaw file no. 0H-2019

HenterhoodLaptop

$HHENTER · first archer of sherwood
He robs from the rich and gives to the poor. He has run the numbers twice, and the poor is him.

He walked into the forest carrying a water damaged laptop, handed it to a stranger at a repair shop, signed the ticket with his own name and never came back for it. Every file on that drive is public property now, which technically makes him the most generous outlaw Sherwood has ever produced.

He has never drawn a bow in his life. That is exactly why the forest made him First Archer on fifty thousand a month, and why he bought a new laptop, lit a cigarette and went straight back to the chart.

Contractsoon
Henterhood at his desk in Lincoln green, quiver on his back, bow and arrows laid out next to the laptop he never collected
bow works · 8 carriages waiting ↓
tap him · the money has to go somewhere

The Sherwood Road

hold to draw · release to loose

Eight carriages come down the road out of Nottingham, and every one of them is carrying something he was never qualified to receive. He does not get up from the desk. He does not take his hands off the keyboard for longer than it takes.

Taken from the rich$00 of 8 carriages robbed
Given to the poor$0delivered in full · same day
the sole registered poor of Sherwood, mid cigarette
The poor1 registeredwaiting list closed
Full and
unconditional
pardon
Aim with the pointer · hold to draw the string, let go to loose

The File

eight arrows · eight entries

The forest keeps a ledger. Every carriage that goes down on the road adds a line to it, written in the same hand that has never once been asked to explain itself.

The Split

no tithe · no sheriff's cut

There is no retainer here, no consultant fee, no ten percent quietly held at the bottom of the memo for a man nobody is allowed to name. Every line is on chain and takes thirty seconds to check.

1,000,000,000

Total supply, fixed the moment it launched. No treasury wallet, no board seat, no advisory allocation for a friend of the family.

LP burned

The liquidity keys went into the same ashtray as the cigarette. There is nothing left to unlock and nobody left to promise anything.

0% tax

No tithe on the buy, no tithe on the sell. The sheriff takes his cut absolutely everywhere else in this forest, but not on this road.

Renounced

Mint and freeze authority revoked, ownership handed over to nobody. No one can pardon, freeze or reprint your bag, and that includes him.

What is actually in the quiver

Three arrows he has never fired, one gallery invoice made out to a buyer whose name nobody is allowed to say, an unpaid eighty five dollar repair ticket, and a pardon signed by the one man in the kingdom with a pen that big, backdated ten years, just in case.

The bow stays on the desk next to the laptop, because both of them work the same way: he points them at something expensive and waits for somebody else to deal with the paperwork.

the quiver, the arrows and the longbow laid out on the desk where the cigarette ash lands
Henterhood, hat on, cigarette lit, waiting

The road out of Nottingham
is busy tonight

Sherwood Forest · Robinhood Chain