Do you believe in fate, reader?
No? Is it because you don’t like the idea that you’re not in control of your life? I know exactly what you mean. Let me tell you why we’re here… You’re here to make a choice, take control.
There are two options for you to consider.
Option A: You wake up to the news that the crypto exchange of your choice has inexplicably collapsed. Your funds are all gone, the exchange doesn’t provide any insurance and doesn’t even acknowledge your ownership of the assets. Even though it was the #1 and ‘too big to fail’, it went up in flames so fast its downfall makes Mt. Gox look like child’s play.
Option B: After an unfortunate home flooding incident your seed phrase papers are damaged by the unforgiving droplets of soulless water. The pipe burst without any warning signals, and this fountain of feces has made its way to your keys to the kingdom. Now you can not make out the magical words that keep you out of The Wonderland, as the ledger is nowhere to be seen too.
So, option A or B, what would it be? These scenarios sound awful, but you must choose. Unless… unless you’re a smart cookie, and you’re too smart to allow this to ever happen to YOU.
You’re Too Hot To Handle, Too Cold to Hold
Hey, way to go!
You drain your exchange account as soon as you’re done with your DCA moves for the month. You’re too smart to trust them, you are your own bank.
Surely enough, you have also ingrained all the seed words on the fine fabric of your exceptional brain, and didn’t write them down on a piece of paper like a total pleb!
You even created a little song to log in to your cold wallet, a hymn of your total financial independence that fills your little heart with joy every time you throw more crypto on your already gigantic pile. You can do nothing wrong, eh?
Unfortunately, you had to pick your poison while you still could, because there’s also Option C.
No-no, too late to come back now, you have fallen into the rabbit’s hole. A and B were taken by all the normies, who would rather take a blue pill and leave this text after one paragraph. But you… you’re the chosen one!
The third option exists for those of us who always know best and think that they can do what others couldn’t.
Option C Is Reserved For The Brightest Minds Of Our World
Since you’re the best thing since sliced bread, you feel like it is time to really OWN the market.
You like to control your own destiny, so you decide to flip the script. Like, really stick it to the man, and create your very own token. You already have the horde of potential HODLers that are basically eating out of your hands, you lovingly call them ‘my community’. These ‘salt of the Earth’ people are speculating how much the token will cost even before it hits the ground.
One dollar? Maybe two!? For sure it will go to the moon!
Just look at the tokenomics, the use cases, the partners. It is a real gem – and even the amount of emojis on social media can’t hurt the eyes of keen investors, full to the brim on hopium.
Finally, it is the day of reckoning, the IDO. You, the brains behind the birth of the new crypto darling, don’t even know that you’re going to be tortured for the rest of your life.
But it’s too late, you’ve made your bed. Now you have to lie in it.
Option C Stands For… Capitulation
Amidst the dimly lit labyrinth of the decentralized crypto exchange, where the digital whispers of fortunes being made echoed through the virtual halls, a sinister presence stirred.
The IDO night was alive with a tension only known to the realms of the blockchain. Unseen and unheard, the shadowy figure prowled, navigating the volatile terrain of the cryptocurrency market with calculated precision. Someone is out there, lurking in the shadows…
As the clock struck midnight, a new transaction was birthed into the network – a beacon of innocence and potential. Little did it know, the attacker had already set its sights with eyes glowing like digital embers, reflecting the flickering glow of multiple monitors.
With keystrokes as stealthy as a phantom’s touch, the predator sent a malevolent signal — a whisper that only the blockchain could hear.
In an instant, the order was intercepted, the prey’s intent betrayed by the very code meant to protect it. The predator was now privy to secrets not meant for their eyes, as they harnessed the power of information hidden within the blockchain’s folds.
Time stood still as the predator pounced, a virtual specter overtaking the order with newfound knowledge. Like a ghostly whisper, the ghost placed their own order, one that echoed with preternatural speed across the digital landscape. The blockchain, once an impartial and decentralized ledger, now bore witness to a chilling manipulation of trust.
The unsuspecting prey’s order, now in shambles, became a casualty of this ethereal assault, while the predator’s insidious plan bore fruit. Their ill-gotten gains grew like a digital plague, infesting their crypto wallet with riches earned not through merit, but through trickery.
And you? You’re just sitting there in disbelief, unsure of what just happened.
The Morning After Getting REKT
As the dawn broke and the sun’s first rays pierced through the predator’s dark lair, the truth remained hidden beneath layers of encrypted code.
The exchange, a digital battleground, had witnessed yet another conquest — a frontrunning attack that left its victims bewildered and their paper hands trembling. The predator’s digital footprints dissipated like morning mist, vanished into the depths of the blockchain, leaving behind only a trail of dread.
You, the mastermind, feel violated and used. You will never forget this night.
Your community has jumped off the bandwagon right when things went south. Now they are grabbing their pitchforks, lighting their torches and they are casting death wishes upon you for letting their inflated expectations down.
“SCAM! SHITCOIN! RUGPULL!!” – they yell.
You close your eyes to hide the tears. You’ve done fucked up. There’s no other way to put it.
In the world of crypto, where fortunes are won and lost in the blink of a bloodshot eye, the frontlines are ever shifting. Investors didn’t do their research, and neither did you, so the attackers will continue to haunt again and again.
Unless… unless you decide to come prepared next time.
Morale of the story? There will always be someone smarter than you. Do not let your ego come in the way of your success. I’ll see you down the block, friend. Stay safe!