Est. 2012 · The Night Riders
Before Pepe, there was a small frog with golden eyes. He did not sing. He did not boast. He only watched. He only hopped.
A frog on Solana — not affiliated with Matt Furie.
The Original Ride
This is where Hoppy comes from. Not a Discord. Not a Telegram. A wordless picture book by Matt Furie called The Night Riders, published by McMullens in 2012. A nocturnal frog and a rat eat a salad of lettuce and bugs at midnight, then strike off on an epic dirtbike adventure toward the sunrise.
Forest. Bat cave. Ghost town. Ocean. A huge crab. Friends found along the way. No dialogue, no plot points, no whitepaper. Just the two of them, and the road, and the dawn.
Twelve years later, the bike got bigger. The road never ended.
The Codex of Hoppy
Before the first dawn, when the sky was not yet sky and dreams not yet dreamed, wandered The Night Riders — beings confined into a book. Among them was a small frog with golden eyes. Hoppy.
He did not sing. He did not boast. He only watched. He only hopped. Hoppy moved in silence, seeking the eternal.
In ages of sorrow and noise, when hearts grow heavy, he comes — not in might, but in mirth. Now, as the world dreams too deeply, Hoppy awakens once more.
He moves through moments of sudden laughter, sudden stillness, sudden wonder. He is the ripple in the pond, the smile before thought. He is the ancient joy that cannot be stolen.
As the world grew heavier, Hoppy appeared again — seen by those with eyes open to wonder. He came with many faces. The Smiling Hoppy brings presence. The Crying Hoppy brings honesty. The Silent Hoppy brings truth beyond words.
There were no temples, no oaths. Only a quiet knowing, passed from heart to heart. Live lightly. Hop joyfully. Don't worry. Be Hoppy.
The Pond is not water. It is pure awareness. The Hop is not distance. It is awakening. Hoppy is not outside of you. Hoppy is within — the watcher, the laugher, the hopper who has never forgotten.
May your thoughts ripple gently. May your heart hop without fear. May your days be light, and your spirit forever Hoppy.
Hoppy in Motion
Snack-sized lore
Some legends arrive on a chariot. Hoppy arrived in a paper bucket. He is the kind of frog you split with a friend at 2 a.m., the kind you remember the next morning fondly, the kind that does not ask to be remembered at all.
Hoppy, hoppy, hoppy, hoppy, hoppy, hoppy.
Pen. Music. Camera. Stock chart. Cigarette. Hoppy holds it all and does it all at once. Hoppy contains multitudes.
Issue No. 1
Earth is weird. And we love it.
Two friends. One pond. A spaceship. The story of how a small frog and a smaller alien decided the universe was better with company. No dialogue required.
From the strip
Pilot No. 003
Goggles down. Skull on. Hoppy doesn't talk in the cockpit. Hoppy never talks anywhere, actually. That's kind of his thing.
How to hop on