Our artist Seppow designed 8888 different Mandrillz, every Drill is a true character. Every Drill has a high identification grade. Every Drill has different 80s and 90s traits. And a few very special Drillz come from all over space and time. Some are sweet, some are strange, some are angry and some are super weird – but all Drillz are unique individuals.

His vibrant art style is different and outstanding in the cNFT space. Everything is hand drawn with a lot of love to details. There is a very high amount of different traits. 94 Clothing items, 55 holding items, 35 different hats, 29 unique pairs of eyes, 23 glasses and the list goes on…

The majority of Mandrillz NFT is generated. But in a way that reflects our demand for artistic quality. Our artist generated hundreds of Drillz more than needed for every fur color and curated only the best ones over weeks, to be included in the drop. And to give this collection an edge there are 245 completely handmade Drillz included. This was the only way to get all the awesome trait combinations Seppow envisioned. And a failsafe way to give his brother Brillo, the dev behind the collection, a mental breakdown having to adjust all metadata.

“We wanted to create something to be proud of. Something we would hang on our walls, wear on shirts and art collectors would love to collect. And we did!” -Seppow

Look at the bunch of us, living what we refer now to as the “simple life”. Food, water and other things were brought to us by humans, there was just fewer to worry about. Indeed the range in which we could roam free was limited, but still we had the open sky didn’t we?

As day zero turned to night zero, we witnessed a strange green glow between, what the Humans call Perseids. Growing bigger and bigger the green shine was coming right at us. This was the first of many times our noble leader Cleon proved his wisdom, as he called all of us back to the point furthest away from the glow, right when the impact shattered one side of the fence. The desolation was unspeakable, fire, smoke and the air filled with shards of emerald green rock in the same color, as the burning approach just moments before. Lots of us were hit by rocky shrapnel and the fire was expanding, but with a great BROOOARR, Cleon, who was hit by one of the biggest glowrocks, led the charge right into the impact site.

I have no clue how we managed to break through, but we did and we kept running, all of the sudden with unlimited range. The jungle we wandered then was different to anything anyone had ever seen. Yes there were trees but they were surrounded by masses of gray rock with differing tones, so we kept running until we hit the water. No matter where, water means life.

As we came closer to the riversite we saw a group of Humans painting the walls with spraycans. Since the Humans have been providing us with food and shelter, we approached them expecting them to do so, but they ran away screaming leaving all their belongings behind. There were shiny chains, colorful clothes, cans with paint and even some food and bottles with stuff called beer. Lastly, it gave us a funny feeling when we drank it.

So we sat down to rest, realizing that the sounds that came from the mouths of those who were hit by the shards had changed. The glowrock had given us the gift of words. Cleon told us that we had to make ourselves a home right inside this strange and rocky jungle, by turning it into a real jungle. Freeing the trees from their rocky prison and let nature reclaim what is rightfully hers.

So here we are, at a brand new beginning.