ELON MUSK OX

A herd built to leave the atmosphere.

Forged on-chain, fueled by memes, pointed straight up. The Musk Ox doesn't graze — it launches. Every piece is a parody of a Musk venture. Bad artwork, hand-drawn, never AI.

Rare beasts drifting through the void.

From "Space Ox" to "Tunnels Are Boring," every Ox is a 1-of-1 wisecrack about an Elon empire. Walk the gallery and meet the whole herd.

Fly the ship. Win the herd.

Pilot the Starship through the asteroid field, catch the chopsticks, and land on Mars. Climb the leaderboard and earn your place in the cult.

Occupy Mars. As an Ox.

The journey ends where the next one begins — hooves on red soil, flag planted, cult established. Hold $MUSKOX and ride along.

$MUSKOX. Fixed like the herd.

886,119,783 MUSKOX. That is all there will ever be. The mint authority is burned and the freeze authority is burned — verified on-chain. No unlocks, no vesting cliffs, no second batch. What exists is what the herd holds.