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Title: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: The Sound And Fury on December 17, 2014, 03:19:53 PM
Once upon a time there was a guy named Bob.

He really should have lived thirty years earlier. His true calling – and I told him this several times – was to be a pimp running mid level hookers in Detroit or Cleveland. That’s where his taste for impressive champagnes and black cars and large powerboats rented by the hour would have found its natural home, its natural pasture.
 
Unfortunately for Bob, and unfortunately for a lot coins with teenage names like XCloud, XST, BitSwift, Halo, and BitBay, he came of age some thirty five years later in a time when fortunes were out there to be made, and young men in their mothers basements the world over were intent on making them.

This proved to also be unfortunate for a number of these young men who had recently made it out of their mothers’ basements and into the world of making crypto coins. They were brave dreamers, with teenage names like Miu, David, Lin, Paul, Salamander, and Steven – but to Bob, they were just players in the game.

Bob and these starry eyed boys did what starry eyed boys do. They hatched plans and they scammed people and used the money for hookers and blow and weed and mortgage payments. But it never seemed to lead to fairy tale endings. In fact, it led to train wrecks. Massive train wrecks.
 
This is a satisfying way for stories to end – everyone gets what they deserve. And in this situation, everyone seems to be getting what they deserve. Perfect moral structure in the story.
 
But to understand a train wreck, we need to understand who was driving the train, who was shoveling coal, who was the monkey, and who built the tracks.  We have to go back to the beginning. We have to figure out how Bob and Steve and David and Paul and Lin and Salamander all know each other - if we want to understand why they now all hate each other, and are tearing each other apart in public. We have to choose a beginning for this story.  Luckily that is easy. It begins with a strange thing happening to a coin called Liberty coin.



Part 2: Liberty Coin

Call me Ishmael. Many months ago, having lost a fair amount of BTC on a coin with the  teenage name of Cloak I resolved to set off into the distant oceans of treachery to find for myself the source of my downfall.

The days of Cloak were heady – it was The Promised Coin. The lines on the chart seemed like they could only go up. In the bloodrush of my approaching wealth I remember the flushing feeling of reading these two lines in the forum from someone named Bob Surplus -  “I really like this coin. I’m gonna crack open a cold wallet when I get home and buy some more.”

That night was like deep crypto Viagra. Cloak doubled in price, the rest of the world simply ceased to exist. But like all good things  - sex, packets of cocaine, the Talking Heads  - the ending came. And it was brutal. Not only did I not sell at the top, I doubled down in the 20’s, thinking, what a steal.

Everyone reading this knows what happened next. Turns out a teenaged boy barely out of his  mother’s basement put one over on me and everyone like me. Except for one person it seems.

Bob Surplus.

And lo and behold, just by chance the next day I happened upon a thread called “Winning Altcoin Picks” started by – you guessed it, gentle reader. Bob Surplus. Cracker of cold wallets. Former Eternal Lover of Cloak.

I resolved to meet my situation with fortitude. I mustered my sense of greed and rapaciousness and moral indifference and immediately sent a pm requesting a BTC address that I might follow the Master, and enter the Way.

What happened next happened very fast. Not being a young virgin innocent to the ways of the world, I can only use the young virgin metaphor in a literary sense but it will do. My violation was immediate and complete. I was immediately asked to post approving comments on his recruitment thread, this I did without hesitation. There were other young men gathering;  it had the feeling of jihad. The smell of stacks was strong, like a Tunisian perfume.

We were ushered into a chat where talk of penises was routine. That and an immediate feeling of camaraderie. I do not know if these two things were connected. I suspect they were. I had no time to meditate on this; we were told that a play was about to happen; that we should get our coins onto two exchanges. What happened next happened so fast I will be able to cover it in two sentences. We were told the play was a coin called Xcloud, and to buy in slowly, up to 4 btc worth. Everyone did this, the coin exploded, and some few hours later I exited – coached by the group’s senior members  - with 8 btc. Up 4 btc in a couple hours.

Now this was exhausting work – drinking beer, making penis jokes, and padding order books – so I went right to bed afterwards. When I woke up and looked at the charts, xCloud looked like a sad and deflated penis. I apologize gentle reader. It is a sleazy world I am leading you into. But truth is an unvarnished thing. Ask David, and Paul, and Bob, and Steve and …. Oh wait a minute. Nevermind.

Later that afternoon the chat was jovial. The talk of stacks and hookers and penises ran like a deep and powerful river. But then the mood changed. Our beloved lieutenants withdrew from the brotherly conversation.   And when they returned, they had our marching orders. It seemed a coin had come to Bob’s restless attention. And it was time for us – Bob’s own Roman Crypto Legion – to gird our loins for battle again.



Intermezzo

Gentle Readers.

I realize I have committed the ultimate sin of storytelling: I have left you with less that a clear idea of where the narrative is going.

I will make amends.

One might ask, why talk of liberty coin? Is that not yesterday's news?

After all, six months is an eternity in crypto. And forgetfulness is the balm that we would all wish upon our deeds. Right David? Bob? Paul? Steve? Lin? Perhaps others who are listening closely?

But you see, this far back we must look. For it was it was in the belly of Liberty Coin that BitSwift was born.  

That midwifery is what I shall weave the tale of next. Perhaps Bob Surplus's darkest moment.  When his newly formed group, flush with victory from XCloud, nearly disintegrated on their very next play. But the newborn scream of the baby rescued the night.

I was just a foot soldier in Bob's legion. There are others angrier than I currently wandering the darkness of this forum, striking alliances of convenience, of revenge. You gentle brethren, you know the night I am talking about. When in that darkest moment, hammering furiously on the keyboard, Bob's words rolled across our screens. Guys. I have a plan.




Liberty Coin, part 2

People think the belly of the whale must be a place of darkness. One is swallowed from the world, never to return. But in reality it is not like this at all. It is a place of camaraderie and slowly built friendships bathed in cool keyboard lights and monitor glows in silent rooms across the world where girlfriends have gone to sleep, kids are off to bed, and men have drawn their chairs into a world of tabbed windows, darkened charts, multiple open threads, and blinking pencils moving endlessly across the screen.

The best of these nights are when everyone is there. The screen is crackling with the blustering joviality of International Rob. The long, neural wanderings of BitCoinada. The occasional and distant interjections from the Salamander, who seems to be communicating from a place deep in his psyche or perhaps from a different planet, it was always hard to tell which. Us foot soldiers all crowding in and clapping each hard on the shoulders and laughing loudly about who is smoking what, which bags are being held, who got hacked. It is all so convivial, deep in the belly of the whale.

Until the whale is slaughtered, and we are all dragged out into the light.

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The word came down that Bob had made a pick. We were to accumulate a coin called Librex slowly, over the next four or five days. When this word came down from above, it was trading at just above 15 and Bob said do not buy above 20. Go slowly.

This, of course, fell on deaf ears. After all, we were young crypto jihadists waiting for our marching orders and making endless jokes about hookers and penises and here was a beautiful virgin suddenly laid before us, unaware of our intentions. Within a few hours the price was at 25 and rising. By the time the whole group found out about the pick it was over 30.

Conditions became chaotic. The late arrivals and newest recruits to the group did not know whether or not to buy. Was it too late? The young jihadists who were first on the girl ignored Bob’s instructions about dinner and flowers and were balls deep in the coin. Nor did they pull out as he had instructed. The orgy gained speed and within hours Librex was above 5.

In the few days after the Xcloud play the group had doubled in number.  Now there were so many foot soldiers crowding into the chat that it was impossible to know who was who. The air was full of dust and confusion and people posting support levels and others arguing for suppression to let latecomers in and terse interjections from the Salamander and the din of endless giddy shouting  from the young jihadists. Through it all like some connecting strand ran the endless ranting of Bob about letting his dogs out and be right back I gotta roll another joint and the moon baby the moon! all thickening into a heavy battle fog of pillage and victory covering the world around us as Librex pushed above 8.

And then - from somewhere deep in that thick, intoxicating cloud - the Salamander spoke three  words: there’s a problem.

In any drunken bus crash, there are usually one or two who are the first to notice that the bus has suddenly gone through the guard rail and is in mid-air. This was the Salamander’s gift. He had an ability to see what others could not, or would not. I came to understand this about him.

In this case, the rabid frenzy that Bob’s pump had whipped up in the forums had suddenly taken a violent turn. It had suddenly been revealed? Fabricated? – gentle reader, it matters not – that this young virgin Librex was not the virgin she had pretended to be, but apparently a clone of Liberty Coin.

Librex began to fall, not some kind of graceful fall, but like a dead body on its way to some pavement far below. She plunged through the thick support walls that the foot soldiers had all built around 7, past where the latecomers had grudgingly entered at 6.  And she kept falling.

Chaos reigned in the chat. No one knew if the fud was real. Bob was suddenly, suspiciously gone, something about how his computer had crashed. Foot soldiers who did not cancel their support fast enough suddenly owned massive amounts of Librex. The Salamander had also disappeared, after typing the mysterious words, hold on. I am talking to a guy.
 
And Librex continued her ugly fall.

By the time Bob retuned to the chat, Librex had lost 50% and was falling towards 4. He was met with a barrage of confused and angry questions from his young jihadists and it seemed he had no answers. His bluster was gone. Then, out from the army of angry pencils flying across the screen emerged a single sentence from the Salamander: I have been talking to my guy inside. The fud is real.

All the little pencils on the screen stopped. I was new and stupid to the game. I thought, everyone is letting the Salamander speak. But no. Half the group had immediately tabbed open their exchange windows and begun to sell. Librex gained speed towards the pavement, plunging through 30 and into the 20’s. Bobs pencil began to move across the screen.

Guys, I know this isn’t turning out like we planned.

It was clear Bob was off balance.

You gotta make your own decisions. I don’t know what’s really going on here.

His words were strange, full of uncertainty.

If you gotta sell you gotta sell. I can’t make that decision for you.

For someone so cocksure, so full of himself, it was a dark, unfamiliar moment.

His pencil began to move across the screen again.

Guys I know some of you have lost a lot of money here. imana make it up to you, i promise. I got a plan. i gotta new thing we are gonna do together, it’s not like this. imana  get you guys in on it. we make a coin see? and it’s our coin, none of this bullshit. it’s our coin. you guys are gonna buy in and get all your money back.

it’s an ico.




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Intermezzo:

Everyone has their fatal flaws.

In our story, gentle reader, Bob is of course the largest figure, and perhaps the most flawed. And flaws are what lead to those tragic falls from grace.  Stay with me, gentle reader as the candle mutters low. We will see Bob fall. We will see others fall. Can you feel them here around us? Trying not to fall?

You are with me now on this journey, across the wine-dark sea that stretches from Cloak to Swift and BitBay. We have heard the scream in the darkness of little BitSwift being born. BitSwift’s ungodly sibling Bay lies still hidden in the womb. She will emerge in due course as our candle gutters low.

We spoke of flaws. And greatness, and how they are perhaps two sides of the same coin. The hustler Bob had one enormous greatness. He liked people. More than Bitcoin, more than rented powerboats and blow, he liked to talk with people, hear about their lives, draw out their stories. My former brothers-in-arms all know this. You, in Panama. You, in London. You who lived on pizza. It’s why we all liked Bob. He was our charismatic leader. And he genuinely liked us.

But charismatic leaders come in all different forms. In the darkest Greek tragedies, the best ones enter quietly, late in the second act. Unrecognized.

As darkness fell over the battlefield that night of Librex, little did we know who was about to enter our group, and change so much of what came next.  





Part 3: Schizophrenia

Prelude:
You who read this are innocent in varying degrees. You are here in crypto because you are playing the game, some for noble reasons, some for reasons of profit. Some of you think crypto is going to change the world. Some of you have been to bed with her and had the night of your lives. And want that night again. Most of you feel both of these things to some degree – but not one of us is innocent. When you type in your 2fa there is always that special plugging-in sensation, isn’t there?

But into what?

What part of yourself? What is that heroin flow that begins?


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If the newborn scream of BitSwift came in the darkest moment of Librex, it was also ultimately a fatal childbirth for Bob’s group.

The universe is fundamentally emergent. When deep conflicts exist, humans emerge to embody them and explore them, to play them out and resolve them on the human stage. This is how the universe discovers itself. This is why classic mythology is structured the way it is. Our world already had Bob. But to explore and ultimately resolve the inherent tension between profit and idealism in crypto – that same unresolved, unexamined tension within you, dear reader - Bob’s doppelganger would need to emerge.

None of us understood this at the time, awakening as we did to the smoldering ruins of Librex. We were young jihadists in a foul mood, ready to mutiny and doxx and do all the angry things that betrayed young men do. That a small, red Canadian maple leaf suddenly appearing in the group’s chat window could mean so much  -  well who could know that?

As Kierkegaard said, life can only be understood looking backwards, but it must be lived going forward.

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The day after the Librex fiasco Bob’s team was in tatters. Someone had opened a second, hidden chat channel where only foot soldiers had access, and here the air was thick with paranoia and revolt. Had Bob’s computer really crashed in the middle of the play? He had said something about having to run down to his office – these were his exact words in the Cloak thread just before he had dumped everything the month before. And what about the Salamander? Did any of us actually know who he was? Was there any way to be certain he was not Bob?

Librex was gasping at just above 4. The sell pressure was massive and most of the group’s members had lost all their BTC in support the night before and needed at least 7 or 8 to get out alive.  Bob had loaded support into the low twenties but it was going to take a massive push and some fat stacks to levitate the corpse of Librex and send her back towards 8. It was right about this time that the small red maple leaf appeared with the name Coinada and Bob’s words rolled across the screen, guys I want you to meet Paul. We go way back. He’s not really in the group but I want you to look on him like a leader, like me or the Salamander.

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Paul exploded into the group. He did not seem to sleep; he had massive stacks of BTC and deployed them ruthlessly. Over the next 48 hrs he singlehandedly transformed both the group’s energy and the charts of Librex. The foot soldiers were drawn to him and followed his lead, jumping at the chance to eat whatever smaller walls their stacks would allow. Paul’s attitude was ruthless and manic. If  some smaller group tried to dump into his support and stop his advance he would sight up the charts, find their five or ten btc encampment and attack it, saying fuck you man, you’re my bitch now. And Bob’s foot soldiers – now Paul’s foot soldiers - would pour through the breach after him, mopping up what was left from Paul’s assault. Within days Librex was comfortably in double digits, with Paul holding the fort seemingly without sleep.

This led into the best months the group would ever have. Coinada Paul and Bob working smoothly together, our leaders. The Salamander was always there in the background, strangely hidden.  XST was played. NHZ was played. But this cannot be a story about every coin Bob’s group played the last six months. It is not that story.

There is a baby crying for our attention. Little BitSwift.

Though that was not yet her name.



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Intermezzo

Gentle reader.

The best Greek tragedies are the darkest ones. They take us deep into a world where we can see everything happen before it happens, and so our primary emotion as we watch the characters choose their actions is one of disbelief. Of horror. This is where the darkness comes from as we watch the tragedy unfold. We know it is completely unnecessary. That at each moment, any of the actors – so much larger than life as we watch them – could step back, choose differently, and avoid their fate.

In these tragedies the chorus is usually silent the first two acts. They are – like you gentle reader – facing the stage, watching things unfold. It is only when the protagonists start making inexplicable choices, the choices that will doom them, that one by one, the ragged and unkempt men of the chorus begin to turn towards the audience, raising their voices against the voices of the actors, bemoaning what is occurring, lashing out at hidden forces that the actors can apparently not see. As the third act thickens this becomes overwhelming, and the sea of voices from both stage and the chorus becomes a din of chaotic foreshadowing in real time as the actors plunge towards self-destruction.

This is where we are, isn’t it, dear reader?

Watching Bob, and David, and Paul, and the Salamander - and everyone they will drag with them - self-destruct, in real time?

And the riveting horror of it, that it does not need to be happening, but it is? Right before our eyes?

Gentle reader. I shall try to keep my voice low. But I have turned from the stage now. I am talking to  you.




Part 3: Schizophrenia (continued)

From the start, Bob said over and over again, never fall in love with a coin. Sell a little every day he would say. 40% profit is good. 60% is good. In the days when our pumps were working like a well-tuned Detroit diesel he would greet us foot soldiers as we arrived in the chat, howya doin today man. you selling a little today? Don’t be greedy man. Put some small sells up there.

In the early days he was full of wisdom like this. He was genuinely trying to teach us how to make money. Bob was an old school pumper, this was what he did. Of course, his words mainly fell on deaf ears. Few of us were there to learn how to trade. We were young jihadists looking for stacks of BTC. How do you not fall in love with a coin who has drawn you in with her smooth legs, has her hand around your stack and is stroking it to a size it has never been before? How do you pull yourself away from something like that?

The problem was, if you didn’t pull out, you were guaranteed to end up holding bags at the top. And that started happening in the plays. During the XST pump everyone could have been out with 200% profit but guys were still pushing, building support at more than 300%, and when the music stopped (those endless days of waiting for Mintpal to launch V2)  many in the group were left holding large bags at the top.  The BitSwift pump.  400% gains.  But again, bagholders at the top. During the four months between August and December, the one guy who made the most money in the group was the one guy who was never there. He simply entered and exited when Bob said so. When asked how much money he had made during those months, he responded with his laconic southern drawl, well, more money than most americans make in a year I suppose …


But we figured all of this out too late, didn’t we, my former brothers-in-arms?  
I know you are listening to me. You are out there in the darkness of this forum, all of you. Outcast ronin. Striking up alliances of convenience and revenge.
You remember those times.  200% profit in a couple days seemed like nothing. We were after stacks. We wanted to be like Paul and Bob. We wanted to prove ourselves to be ballers, so we left 300%  in our rear view mirrors and threw up high support walls and ate up bids to make new floors. We wanted that thumping, pulsing feeling in the chat of saying, i just put 2 btc right below you. i’ll take it to 890. gotta go out for a bit but I’m leaving support at 1750.  ok, I’m ready to push. who’s with me?



We were not playing it like Bob, selling on the way up. We were not playing it like Paul, who would quickly arbitrage his pushes on a different exchange to reload his stacks. We wanted to be like them. But we were not doing it like them.

We grew angry. We felt like we were being team players, putting up high support, getting dumped into. And then it seemed like ‘the plan’ – whatever that was  - would suddenly be over, and we were off to a new coin. And no one was telling us what ‘the plan’ was to get out of the last coin, how we were to get rid of those bags.

There was a schizophrenia growing in the group as well, and this was between the leadership styles of Bob and Paul. This – like everything else here – is only clear in hindsight. It started in XST, and ended in Amsterdam.

Paul was cerebral, and the group was taking on coins that had increasingly interesting tech possibilities behind them. Paul liked talking to the devs, meditating on the ideas and possibilities behind them. Bob on the other hand was only interested in the tech insofar as it gave us a marketing angle over other coins. Tech that could translate into stacks.

You dear reader – I know you. I know what just happened in your head. Paul is the good guy. And Jesus, that Bob, what a scumbag.

But are you so innocent, dear reader? You have never held a coin and were frustrated that the dev seemed unable or uninterested in communicating its tech to the world? A coin that could have, should have been worth two, three times as much?

You have, dear reader. I know you.

You are not Paul alone. You are Bob as well.

Know thyself.


Our pumps would take a few weeks to plan, take positions, establish PR, then move the coin up the charts with  all the normal tools -  forum hype, tweets, everything that would set the magic merry-go -round of hope and dreams in motion. And what ended up happening was this:  by that third or fourth week, in  XST or Swift, when 200% and 300% were far below us, out of memory, like an ugly girl we once dated, Paul and Bob  - our leaders – would be on completely different pages.

Psychologically, and financially, Bob would be on his way out of the coin. But Paul would be just getting started. He was, after all, a crypto idealist.

This proved to be fatal in BitSwift.

Paul fell in love with the coin.

Ahhh. Little Bitswift.

My apologies dear reader. I know you want to hear all about little BitSwift, and how she came to be. We are almost there.

But to understand how BitSwift was born, we had to first understand the world she was being born into. The bagholders. The growing schism within the group. The leaders. These are the people who created little BitSwift. These are the people who profited from her being born.

I must rest. I am not sure what the muses will speak of next, Amsterdam or little BitSwift. The death of the group. Or the glory of Paul.

Somewhere out there the ungodly, bastard child BitBay awaits her entrance. With Lin and David and Steve and Bob and the Salamander and Halo and thousands of fake BTC and Holly from Taiwan.
 
I must rest.

I must rest.



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Intermezzo:

Her name was not BitSwift at the start. It was Timeshare Coin.

Gentle reader, when you have stopped laughing, I will continue.

Thank you.

We could not pull an ICO out of thin air. We had to have a coin. And that coin had to have a dev, and be crypto-certified and not launched yet. Once we found that coin  - we could just rebrand it into anything we wanted for our ICO.

The Salamander found Timeshare Coin. It was a slam dunk. Ready to launch, a perfect coin for our ICO, but the name had to go. In fact, the whole timeshare concept had to go – it was too sleazy.

We started brainstorming a stronger concept.  Paradise Coin (Condo Ownership).  Real Estate Coin (Industrial property). We argued for a couple hours over what was a better investment, vacation property or commercial real estate. Half the conversation was about how much Bob hated condos. We decided that shit was too complicated. We had a great name from before  - XWire. We could slap that onto the coin.  But we didn’t know what XWire was. We just knew it was a cool name for a coin. Bob said arrright I gotta walk my dogs, you guys figure out what the coin’s gonna be. People started coming with ideas. XWire would let you transmit Bitcoin faster than the block chain. How? Well …. it would use dedicated satellite transmission. Satellites? Hmmm. Wait a minute. What about putting btc wallets in satellites? In case of like – typhoons and nuclear war and shit. Yea, that was a good idea. How much did renting hard disk space on a satellite cost anyhow? But what about EMP, wouldn’t satellites be vulnerable? (15 minute discussion of EMP. Some pretty good movies it had happened in.) Ok. So no prob. We’ll do backups at those, like, remote places on here on earth, you know what I’m talking about?  where they are saving the two each of all the worlds’ seeds? That 10, 000 foot deep cave in Svalbard. Or Switzerland. Wait a minute. Wasn’t Richard Branson doing something like this already? Fuck it. Ok. Back to the start. XWire would let you get your money the fastest way possible from point A to point B.  Money, or Bitcoin? Both. In fact, any coin. Yes, any coin. You know, Xwire should really have Bit in the name. Bit-this and Bit-that were no-brainers for a good coin name. BitWire. Nice. Wait a minute. Money moving, money transfer. What’s that thing called, y’know, when you send money overseas? The international bank wire system? Yea. SWIFT.

Fuck BitWire.

BitSwift was her name.





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Part 4. Little BitSwift and the Glory of Paul

For a hustler, or a grifter, or a down-on-his-luck dev, for foot soldiers in a pump group, for the leaders of a pump group, an ICO is a brilliant play.

The same cannot be said for an exchange owner. The same profits are there, but the risk is exponentially higher. After all, you are getting in bed with – let’s see. Hustlers. Grifters. Pumpers. Future ronin. And down-on-their-luck Devs.

One  must wonder. What was Lin thinking?

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This is how a fake ICO works:

The foot soldiers commit to buying a certain amount the coin during the ICO. The leaders get 100% of the BTC generated from the ICO back, and refund the foot soldiers what they bought, without taking back the coins involved. This means the soldiers can sell these coins later at any price above 1 satoshi – and it is all pure profit, since they got their original BTC back already.

Of course fig leafs are needed for such a play. Large chunks of ICO are set aside for “marketing” and “development”. Conveniently, it is the ICO leaders who control these addresses.

One would think this sort of thing would eventually boomerang back on the leaders. And usually it does. But only for awhile. Because after the fud subsides, the only people left in the coin are those who are “investors”  and “believers”. And for very different reasons, these stakeholders have no interest in seeing truth emerge.

Investors don’t want to demand truth and accountability. That would tank the price forever and they would never be able to realize any gain, or even get out alive.

The believers are a species unto themselves. They develop a cult like devotion to the coin and its supposed technology, blocking out all reasonable outside voices. They cultivate a devotion to the leader of the coin – usually the dev – and join with him in his messianic complex,  which is defined roughly like this: CoinX is going to change the world, and the world doesn’t want that to happen. Paid forces are out to get the leader, and we must circle around him.

If it all gets too much, the leaders of the coin just remove it from the public eye. They retreat to a private forum or bb, where only the voices of the leader and followers can be heard.

That is how a fake ICO works.  This is how little BitSwift came into this world.

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Electronic pulses are a beautiful thing. Those flickers of pixels on the screen that convey a tight, definite chunk of information, an amount, a number. They exist for just a few seconds, then suddenly are gone forever.

We were all watching those numbers weren’t we, my former brothers-in-arms? The night the BitSwift spoils were divided amongst us? Each of us in our individual darkened rooms the world over.... The numbers came up on the screen, one by one. The chat silent, so silent. We knew each other only by nicks. And in that silence, every thirty seconds, another one of our nicks was spoken.
 
Seconds after each name was spoken, a large quantity of Swift would flicker on to the screen, safely high in the order book, then immediately disappear. Another nick would be spoken. Another pool of silence. Another large sell appearing, then immediately cancelled. We were proving our buy-in, that we had in fact bought what we said we bought during the ICO.  Each of us in turn demonstrating allegiance, presenting blood - and few minutes later each of our wallets flickered with that lovely unconfimed transaction symbol - our foot-soldier's share of the BTC.

This was how little Bitswift was born.

 


In the days after the sold-out ICO we fell to work. There was a roadmap to write, whitepapers to be written, tweeting to be done. Everyone had a role to play. Our intention was to make Swift a real coin.

This was not entirely altruistic. We all held large amounts of Swift. The stronger the coin, the larger our reward. And almost to our surprise - little BitSwift was a scrappy little kid. She grew fast, like a puppy not spared the milk. And lucky for her, she had Paul.

Paul was a savant. There is no getting around that. It fell to Paul to define what Bitswift was because that was Paul’s forte – white papers, technology, and networks. And though none of us understood it at the time, this was a perfect match. BitSwift had no identity. It was a blank canvas, an uncarved chunk of marble. Paul could make anything he wanted of it.

These are renaissance metaphors, gentle reader, because only renaissance metaphors will suffice to convey what happened next. Michelangelo was given the Sistine Chapel. Paul was given little BitSwift. And just as the frescos soared across the vaulted ceilings of the Sistine, Paul’s savant, Hieronymic vision of all the block chain could ever be began to pour into BitSwift.  BitSwift would be the glory of Paul.



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Intermezzo:

Gentle reader, I am speaking to you.

My back is to the stage. Looking past me you can see  -can’t you? - that the stage has gone empty and quiet.

Where is Bob? He has not shown his face in days.

Where is Steven? He was moderating the “new, official” Bay thread. But he has not been there in days.

Where is David? He posted a long, rambling manifesto about the world conspiring against him, and then went silent.

Where is Paul? He has locked the official BitSwift thread and told his followers to board his ship and sail with him into the future.

Where is Lin? Where is the Salamander?

Gentle reader. We are early in the fourth act. The gruesome bloodletting of the past days has taken pause. The dogs of war have been kenneled. We do not know what happens next. Or perhaps we do. It is a Tragedy, after all.

We must continue with the Story of Bob. The best of times is over now. There is only self-destruction, treachery and revenge to come. We will see bagholders become backstabbers. We will see his group fall upon each other like wolves in a month-long spasm of greed, mistrust and betrayal that ends in the chaos of BitBay.

And it all began with the mole.




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Part 5:  Everything Falls Apart



Part 1: Bob.


There was a mole in the group.

We figured this out about halfway through XST. We were getting dumped into every time we pushed.

The worst part about the mole was not the information they stole, or the BTC they cost us, it was what they did to the fabric of the group. We were unable to root out the mole, and this changed everything.

The group chat had up until then been a rowdy, raucous free for all where Bob and the footsoldiers rubbed shoulders and smoked weed every day. Plays were discussed, strategies analyzed. Bob would hold forth on how to trade, how to make stacks. He would greet everyone with delight as they arrived. Bro! How you doin? You selling some? Don’t be greedy man, put up some small sells every day. But most of the chat was way off topic. Real estate in South America. How to stop Isis. Profit margins in a pizza business. Nootropics. Tattoos. Every variety of sex known to or ever possibly performed by humans, including midget clowns. Especially midget clowns.

The chat was our dusty meeting place that we hurried to as soon as we switched on our computers each day. It was open all day on our phones at work. It was the last window closed before sleep at night. And upon awakening, we would scroll the hundreds of messages, hungry for everything we had missed out on while sleeping.

That all came to an end because of the mole. And because the chat was our very heart, it was the beginning of the end for the group.

Once we were aware there was a mole, strategy was rarely talked about in the chat. Group plays were no longer discussed among equals, they were passed down from on high, carefully filtered. Bob withdrew from the chat more and more.
 
This killed us. The foot soldiers missed Bob. We liked him a lot. We had gathered around closely whenever he was there. And now he was mostly gone.

We were increasingly without a leader. Paul’s cool, cerebral style attracted some of the soldiers, but that could not fill the vacuum of Bob. The Salamander was even less suited to step in and lead. He was not a social animal like Bob. He was a quiet man, a fixer, a behind the scenes specialist.

But Bob did not see these things and trusted that somehow the group was being led. His mind was elsewhere. He was getting ready to leave for nearly a month on a trip and would not be back until just before the BitBay ICO.  The Salamander was leaving the same day for Asia, where he would be coordinating preparations for BitBay.  Bob asked Paul to hold the fort while he was gone.



2) The Salamander

I knew the Salamander least of all. He rarely spoke in the chat unless directly addressed. It was clear Bob trusted him, and that he played a key role in the group. But it was unclear to almost all of us who he was, and what exactly he did.

What I will tell you of the Salamander I mainly found out later, after things had fallen apart. And that was this: he was the fixer. The briefcase guy. The one who would go where the job needed to get done, then leave. And no one would know he had been there.

He had found us the coin for BitSwift. He was quietly involved in a half a other dozen coins. He had open back channels to almost everyone in crypto. He was everything Bob was not: quiet, methodical, invisible.

As the group began to stumble, the Salamander on his way to Asia to coordinate the BitBay ICO with the Chinese partners and David Zimbeck. In a perfect world, this would have worked out well. After all, the Salamander was a fixer. A project organizer. But as you know, gentle reader, this was not to be.


3) The bag holders.

We were looking for a leader. We came to the chat every day as October wore on. Anyone seen Bob?  became a standard phrase we would find sitting in the chat window. Rotting. Unanswered. Just a blinking cursor.

The Mintpal 2.0 launch delay had killed us. Of course we had stayed in XST too long. We could have been out with 200 – 300% profits. But the air had been thick with moon talk and the tech looked good and Bob didn’t actually tell us directly, get out. now.  Bob never said, no more. So we stayed in, and got hammered by dumps.

It was decided that XST launching on Mintpal 2.0 was going to be our exit. But Mintpal went down in flames and soon after, weaknesses were uncovered in the Stealth anon. XST tanked. And we were truly screwed.

Less than a month later, Swift was at the top, up almost 400% since the ICO. And the same thing happened. Everyone – Bob included  - was talking moon. So we did not exit. We foot soldiers wanted to be team players, so we set high support. And got dumped into again.

Around that time, about a dozen people from the crew had decided to do a meet up in Amsterdam. Bob changed his flights so he could be there. The Salamander was on his way to Asia, and he too rebooked. When chat started streaming in from the whole crew in the basement of the Bulldog in Amsterdam it sounded fucking legendary. One of us messaged back, what is Bob saying about Swift?

I can’t believe those guys haven’t gotten out. What, they are up 300% and that’s not enough? What have I said, over and over again. Don’t be greedy. Sell a little every day.

Bob was almost out of Swift. Paul was just getting started. We were holding bags of worthless XST, and had missed our exit from Swift. There was a mole in the group. We had no leader. The mood was turning foul.

Everything was falling apart.



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Intermezzo:

The BitBay ICO was a different animal for Bob’s group. It was, in some ways, a risky move.

For the first time, Bob would not control the coin.

Bob’s involvement was fairly limited: the Chinese heavies who were starting BitBay had lined up a dev in Zimbeck. But they had no expertise in marketing a coin. This was to be the responsibility of Bob and his group, in return for their share of the ICO.

The problem was that Bob did not control the majority of the coin supply. Bob was an old school pumper: he knew that knowing where the coins were, and having control over what was happening with them was crucial for moving a market. With BitBay the Chinese would hold the majority of the coins. And they could shaft Bob at anytime.

The Salamander was sent to China to sign off on the deal for Bob. The Salamander was not supposed to be the fixer this time around: Steve was in charge of the project. And Zimbeck of Halo fame had signed on to be the dev.

But what the Salamander found happening in Cambodia needed fixing. And that’s where the trouble began.





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Part 6.  The Fall of the Salamander


Gentle readers. Look at the stage.

There is movement now. Different shades of darkness within the darkness.

You can see the ronin, my former brothers-in-arms, warming themselves around fires in the shadows of Paul and David. But they are fewer now. How many of you are left?
How many of you have laid down your weapons and withdrawn to your homes, your families?
 
You can see the darkness that has enveloped Bob. The darkness of a leader without followers, cut off from his greatness. Alone.

You can see the battle camps of Paul and David, ringed by the fires of their ronin.  They have found each other in the darkness. War makes strange bedfellows. Now they are pegging their fortunes and trying desperately not to fall.

Deep in the backround you can see Lin. Unmoving. Invisible. Betting that everyone will finish each other off, leaving him unscathed.

You can see Steve. Tied to his sins, roped permanently to David. Sinking slowly in this wine dark sea.

But you cannot see the Salamander.

He was the first to fall.



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When the Salamander saw what was happening in Cambodia he should have just walked away. He should have gotten on the plane and messaged Bob it’s a clusterfuck. Keep the fuck out.

But he didn’t.

The Salamander was a fixer.  He was not supposed to be the fixer in BitBay though. He was supposed to be the briefcase man, the bridge between the Chinese and Bob. After all, months earlier, the Chinese had brought on the wunderkind Zimbeck; no one imagined that Zimbeck would become the one thing that needed fixing the most – but the one thing that could not be fixed.

For starters, Zimbeck was in Cambodia. The logic was that Zimbeck could hire and train a team of Cambodian devs for a fraction of what that might cost in the West. There was just one problem with this. There seemed to be no devs in Cambodia. And Zimbeck was having no luck training devs himself. He was even having problems getting the first Bay wallet to compile.

The Salamander looked at this situation, and looked at the BitBay roadmap. Smart contracts were supposed to be released in three weeks. A functioning decentralized market in less than two months. This was clearly a situation in need of fixing.

There was another problem. David began to tell the Salamander that of all the technology he was working on, only the pegging would be exclusive to Bay. Everything else – the multicoin wallet, the markets, the mesh technology  - would be shared with Halo. He even told Salamander that the Halo Nighttrader and markets would be released about the same time as BitBay.

The Salamander knew this was a headshot for BitBay.  BitBay’s whole identity was to be the first online decentralized marketplace. To have Halo offering essentially to license the same thing to anyone who came along made no sense at all.  Again – here was a situation that needed fixing.

But there was a problem. Somewhere along the line, David had become a partner in BitBay. So no one could tell him what to do.

It is standard operating procedure in any corporation, even in politics – that when one takes on a partnership role, one must divest oneself of any asset that can lead to conflict of interest. But this had not happened here. David was full speed ahead on Halo. While being a partner in Bay. And since he was a partner, no one could exert any authority over him.

The situation could not possibly be fixed.

This was the Salamander’s fatal mistake. He should have turned around and messaged Bob, it’s a clusterfuck. Stay the fuck away.

But he didn’t. He set about trying to fix the situation.

Gentle reader. You all know what happened next. David and the Salamander fought each other to a bloody finish, first in private, and then in public.

The irony in David’s situation is this: he was a full partner in Bay. Bay was not yet tarnished – it had heavy backing, and a shot at being the first true decentralized marketplace in Asia. If he had just ported Halo into Bay and respected basic divestment procedures, he could have been rich beyond what Halo would ever make him.

Instead, there he is, gentle readers – before you on the stage. Encamped in the darkness. Exiled. Surrounded by rings of believers, and the fires of his ronin.

We will return to David. But first we must witness the rest of the Salamander’s fall.


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Intermezzo:

My former brothers-in-arms.
 
There is nothing more dangerous than unpaid soldiers.  All of you got your share of the BitSwift ICO. But many of you were paid nothing from Bay.  

You now have two scores to settle. One for money, and one for revenge.
 
Some of you are now riding for Paul. He became your leader long ago. Your saddlebags are filled with Swift, and your fate is thrown in with his.

Some of you are now riding for Zimbeck.  Bob did not pay you your share of the Bay ICO, and Zimbeck was right there when you turned. He wanted revenge on Bob and the Salamander. And so did you. And now, your bags heavy with Bay from the ICO, you must ride for Zimbeck if you hope to ever get out alive.

Some of you are still riding for Bob. You were paid from the BitBay ICO. Nothing has changed for you.

Oh my brothers, I see you. I see each of you. I recognize you in the torch light as you pass. On your way to strike a hidden blow for Bob. Or Paul. Or David.
  
I do not judge you. You are ronin. You are my brothers in arms.

Do not judge me for telling this tale. My dagger is not drawn for you.



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The Salamander was falling apart.

By now, he was the only leader left in the group. Bob was AWOL, and Paul had left the group in late October, leaving only the Salamander to hold things together.

The Salamander was spectacularly unsuited for this role. He was quiet, prone to mood swings, and exhausted from weeks of trying to fix the BitBay situation. He felt like he was the only one in the group working hard. Bob was nowhere to be found, and without a leader, the group was coasting; except for the occasional tweet or forum post, no one seemed to be doing anything. Bay had gone briefly above 300 just after the ICO, fallen back to ICO price, and then began its steady decline.

The situation in Cambodia was going from bad to worse. Zimbeck was unable to compile the first Bay wallet, which the exchange would require to release the first ICO funds. The Salamander stepped in and fixed the situation, bringing in another dev who solved in a few hours the problem that had stumped Zimbeck for days. A fight then broke out in which Zimbeck berated the dev and called him a monkey, ending any chance of further help.

The development schedule fell more and more behind. Zimbeck spent increasing amounts of time and energy on the forums distancing himself from the Bay project. He was a partner in BitBay and had received his share of the ICO funds already - facts he was keeping hidden from public view -  so nothing could be done to bring him into line. Even worse, a massive amount of free coins had been released to David. David refused to lock these coins up in escrow.  This made any kind of pump from Bob’s side far too risky. Bob made it clear to the Chinese he would not risk a pump until David’s coins were safely locked away. David refused. The situation was at an impasse. There would be no pump.

It was now weeks after the ICO. Bitbay was steadily dropping in price. None of the elements needed for a marketing push were being delivered to the Salamander. The website could not be built, because there were no screenshots of smart wallets, or coherent written explanations from David as to exactly how any of the promised tech would work: hedging, pegging, the marketplace, smart contracts, or the mesh tech. And when the smart wallet was finally delivered a week overdue, it didn’t work.

Nothing to market with. A broken wallet.  No pump machine. A dev who was answerable to no one.

He was trying to fix BitBay, and he was getting nowhere.

During the same weeks, the foot soldiers were looking to the Salamander for answers that were just not there. They had been told that they would have to ‘work hard’ this time to get an ICO cut – but it wasn’t really clear what that meant. And they had not gotten paid. They were waiting for the pump to begin, but with no marketing materials, a broken wallet,  and no Bob – there was nothing to pump on.

They began to simply blame it on Bob. So few of the ICO’s dirty little secrets were known to them – the fake BTC at BTer, the problems behind the scenes with David,  the immense number of free coins that were actually out there – that the foot soldiers simply could not understand why the coin wasn’t being pumped. They could not understand the simple sentence they kept hearing again and again. It’s not our coin. It’s not our coin.

The price of Bay kept falling. The foot soldiers bags grew heavier. The mood grew more foul. Everyone wanted answers from the Salamander. And he had none.

He grew sour and bitter in the group chat. He spoke openly against Bob. This went on for days until others began to tell him they were sick of his moaning, and that he should leave.

It was that very evening that Bob finally returned to the chat. Back from his trip, moved into a new apartment, internet finally hooked up.  He was in a jovial mood and did not notice the mutinous atmosphere when first arrived. People began to question him about getting paid. It seemed as though Bob was not taking any of it seriously. He told the Salamander to lighten up.

And that was all it took.

The Salamander left the chat. His icon blinked once. And then it was gone.


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Gentle reader.

The time has come to end this story.

I will tell you the fates of Bob and Steven and Lin and the Salamander. And Paul and David.

And I will finish with a word to the people I miss the most.

My brothers in arms.

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Bob

Bob was outplayed by the Chinese. Played to a draw by David. Abandoned by his lieutenants. Cursed by his soldiers. And now he is nearly alone.

But I think I will take an extra moment here for Bob. After all, it is the Story of Bob.

People like to hate Bob. I saw his other side, so it's not so black and white for me. Twice in six months guys on the crew got hacked and lost all their coins. Got taken down to zero. Bob heard about it both times, and made it right, behind the scenes.

One strange thing about Bob I never quite figured out. He liked people who clearly hated him. Even after someone became his enemy, he still liked them a lot. Back when the mole was doing the most damage, I was on Mumble in the middle of the night with him one night. No one else around. We were smoking weed and speculating on who might be the mole in the group.  About one guy in particular, a guy who was really, really smart. Bob said, yea.... it might be him. Your right. He paused. But you know what? Even if it is him? I still like him a lot.

But in the end, I can't say I feel sorry for Bob. The group falling apart was his fault. I saw it coming a mile away, and I made sure I got paid before I left.  My brothers who didn’t collect?  Bob will have ronin after him for months.

Perhaps you would have liked it if Bob had been put out of the Game for good. But he will be back. How could he not? There are too many coins that want pumping. Too many people who want profit. There will always be foot-soldiers. Look over in nearby threads. There will always be “believers”. There will always be “investors”.  And there will always be messiahs to lead them.


Steven

Steven is still falling. He is tied to his sins, roped permanently to David. Sinking slowly in this wine dark sea.


Lin
Lin escapes. He lives to fight another day. His strategy worked. There is no moral outcry over his actions. No one has started a viral campaign against BTer.
So disappointing. Gentle reader, you would have liked to see him fall. But you left it up to Bob and Paul and Steven and the Salamander. Lin proved himself smarter than all of them. And you simply did not care.


The Salamander

The Salamander will eventually return. He is a fixer. A briefcase man. There is always be a need for him. We all hatch plans and set events in motion. We all are involved in larger movements. Salamanders move on a right angle plane to our movements, our events, our lives, unseen. They fix what needs fixing. And then they disappear.

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What a disappointing ending so far. So ambiguous. All the bad guys are getting off easy.
 
We would like a sharper moral clarity to come out of this sad mess. We would like it if – at the end of this story  – the world would appear a little different than when we started this tale.

But it doesn’t, does it?

In this story we have seen both Swift and BitBay  get created out of thin air. We have watched both ICO’s get staged by Bob Surplus. Devs who have collaborated knowingly and willingly in his rigged ICO’s and reaped handsome rewards are still comfortably in their jobs, supported by their communities.

During the four days of this story, both BitBay dev and the BitSwift dev moved their coins to private forums. Away from the public eye. Their “investors” and “believers” applauded these moves.

During this time, the market price of BitSwift is relatively unchanged. The same is true of BitBay
.
So the altcoin market around us has spoken. It has shrugged. It is morally unimpressed.

You cannot expect your story teller to give you a better ending than the ending that is actually happening, can you?

An ending that includes both these devs coming to these very pages to sneer at Bob Surplus?

Proclaiming their own moral superiority to people of his type?

Gentle reader.

Now you know who my dagger is for.

The hypocrites.

The doxxers.

The cowards.



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The Hypocrites

You profited from your alliances with Bob. You were in on the ICO's. You dev the coins he midwifed. You cling tightly to the money he helped you make. All the while proclaiming that he is scum, that he should swing for his sins.


The Doxxers - on all sides

You fancy yourselves as heroes. As equalizers.
 
You give yourself a moral free card, because you are convinced of the righteousness of your cause.

You give yourself the right to be judge, jury, and executioner.
 
You are the worst kind of coward. And this is why:

You could act on your own information. You could get on that plane.

You could go knock on that door.

But you hope someone else will do your dirty work.

That someone else will settle your score.

That someone will ‘get what’s coming to them’

With you at a safe moral distance.

You say, but I am doing it for others.

No. You are not.

If "others" really want it done, they can do the research. They can get on that plane. They can go knock on that door.

Do you really believe it is ok to be judge, jury and executioner? You do?

My dagger is for you.


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To my brothers in arms. You know who you are.

I would like to end on a serious note. Thank you for the discussion of penises.  Weed.  Midget clown sex. Calise. Especially Calise. Panamanian land prices. West coast pizza. The bitch who stole the money. East coast snowstorms. Weed.  Anarchism. Nootropics.  Bill Clinton. The Middle East. RG3. GTA.  Weed. Taylor Swift.  For each bro. Each lol.  And everything in between.


The End.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Stealthcoin on December 17, 2014, 04:22:34 PM
Karma is a Bitch Mr.Foot soldier. I hope you had enough fun with your stolen money.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: barabbas on December 17, 2014, 05:44:46 PM
Simply magnificent. Thanks!


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: F-U_itsthePOLICE on December 17, 2014, 05:53:09 PM
Karma is a Bitch Mr.Foot soldier. I hope you had enough fun with your stolen money.

In conclusion, it all ended up back in Bob's pocket anyway, as he and Mr. Salamander, and Vl** all dumped into the support the foot soldiers had up.  All as Bob walked his dogs, or rolled a joint, or had computer problems or went to crack a cold wallet.  So in a way, yes Karma returned the favor.

And all this before the "leaders" got fat stacks from BAY and free coin, and then proceeded to smear David's name, and dump ALL those free coins putting many of the foot soldiers in ruins.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: barabbas on December 17, 2014, 05:59:03 PM
Karma is a Bitch Mr.Foot soldier. I hope you had enough fun with your stolen money.

In conclusion, it all ended up back in Bob's pocket anyway, as he and Mr. Salamander, and Vl** all dumped into the support the foot soldiers had up.  All as Bob walked his dogs, or rolled a joint, or had computer problems or went to crack a cold wallet.  So in a way, yes Karma returned the favor.

And all this before the "leaders" got fat stacks from BAY and free coin, and then proceeded to smear David's name, and dump ALL those free coins putting many of the foot soldiers in ruins.

The last chapter will round up the story. Zimbeck the Turd's job in this tragedy, is quite clear, no smearing needed. He's the worst crook of them all, by far, for without his consent, agreement, and enthusiastic participation, the scam would simply have not happened. He was made aware of all of it -by me- way after he was already fully aware of it... and participating with more enthusiasm than in anything else in his life. Again: He is, by far, the worst of the lot.

By far.

And still continues the scam, by the way.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Muuurrrrica! on December 17, 2014, 06:38:42 PM
thanks. Was a good read.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: ebliever on December 17, 2014, 06:41:45 PM
Required reading for new altcoin investors. ;-)


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Havelivi on December 17, 2014, 06:47:58 PM
interesting story ;) ;)


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: The Sound And Fury on December 17, 2014, 07:14:53 PM
OP updated:


Part 5:  Everything Falls Apart



Part 1: Bob.


There was a mole in the group.

We figured this out about halfway through XST. We were getting dumped into every time we pushed.

The worst part about the mole was not the information they stole, or the BTC they cost us, it was what they did to the fabric of the group. We were unable to root out the mole, and this changed everything.

The group chat had up until then been a rowdy, raucous free for all where Bob and the footsoldiers rubbed shoulders and smoked weed every day. Plays were discussed, strategies analyzed. Bob would hold forth on how to trade, how to make stacks. He would greet everyone with delight as they arrived. Bro! How you doin? You selling some? Don’t be greedy man, put up some small sells every day. But most of the chat was way off topic. Real estate in South America. How to stop Isis. Profit margins in a pizza business. Nootropics. Tattoos. Every variety of sex known to or ever possibly performed by humans, including midget clowns. Especially midget clowns.

The chat was our dusty meeting place that we hurried to as soon as we switched on our computers each day. It was open all day on our phones at work. It was the last window closed before sleep at night. And upon awakening, we would scroll the hundreds of messages, hungry for everything we had missed out on while sleeping.

That all came to an end because of the mole. And because the chat was our very heart, it was the beginning of the end for the group.

Once we were aware there was a mole, strategy was rarely talked about in the chat. Group plays were no longer discussed among equals, they were passed down from on high, carefully filtered. Bob withdrew from the chat more and more.
 
This killed us. The foot soldiers missed Bob. We liked him a lot. We had gathered around closely whenever he was there. And now he was mostly gone.

We were increasingly without a leader. Paul’s cool, cerebral style attracted some of the soldiers, but that could not fill the vacuum of Bob. The Salamander was even less suited to step in and lead. He was not a social animal like Bob. He was a quiet man, a fixer, a behind the scenes specialist.

But Bob did not see these things and trusted that somehow the group was being led. His mind was elsewhere. He was getting ready to leave for nearly a month on a trip and would not be back until just before the BitBay ICO.  The Salamander was leaving the same day for Asia, where he would be coordinating preparations for BitBay.  Bob asked Paul to hold the fort while he was gone.



2) The Salamander

I knew the Salamander least of all. He rarely spoke in the chat unless directly addressed. It was clear Bob trusted him, and that he played a key role in the group. But it was unclear to almost all of us who he was, and what exactly he did.

What I will tell you of the Salamander I mainly found out later, after things had fallen apart. And that was this: he was the fixer. The briefcase guy. The one who would go where the job needed to get done, then leave. And no one would know he had been there.

He had found us the coin for BitSwift. He was quietly involved in a half a other dozen coins. He had open back channels to almost everyone in crypto. He was everything Bob was not: quiet, methodical, invisible.

As the group began to stumble, the Salamander on his way to Asia to coordinate the BitBay ICO with the Chinese partners and David Zimbeck. In a perfect world, this would have worked out well. After all, the Salamander was a fixer. A project organizer. But as you know, gentle reader, this was not to be.


3) The bag holders.

We were looking for a leader. We came to the chat every day as October wore on. Anyone seen Bob?  became a standard phrase we would find sitting in the chat window. Rotting. Unanswered. Just a blinking cursor.

The Mintpal 2.0 launch delay had killed us. Of course we had stayed in XST too long. We could have been out with 200 – 300% profits. But the air had been thick with moon talk and the tech looked good and Bob didn’t actually tell us directly, get out. now.  Bob never said, no more. So we stayed in, and got hammered by dumps.

It was decided that XST launching on Mintpal 2.0 was going to be our exit. But Mintpal went down in flames and soon after, weaknesses were uncovered in the Stealth anon. XST tanked. And we were truly screwed.

Less than a month later, Swift was at the top, up almost 400% since the ICO. And the same thing happened. Everyone – Bob included  - was talking moon. So we did not exit. We foot soldiers wanted to be team players, so we set high support. And got dumped into again.

Around that time, about a dozen people from the crew had decided to do a meet up in Amsterdam. Bob changed his flights so he could be there. The Salamander was on his way to Asia, and he too rebooked. When chat started streaming in from the whole crew in the basement of the Bulldog in Amsterdam it sounded fucking legendary. One of us messaged back, what is Bob saying about Swift?

I can’t believe those guys haven’t gotten out. What, they are up 300% and that’s not enough? What have I said, over and over again. Don’t be greedy. Sell a little every day.

Bob was almost out of Swift. Paul was just getting started. We were holding bags of worthless XST, and had missed our exit from Swift. There was a mole in the group. We had no leader. The mood was turning foul.

Everything was falling apart.


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Intermezzo:

The BitBay ICO was a different animal for Bob’s group. It was, in some ways, a risky move.

For the first time, Bob would not control the coin.

Bob’s involvement was fairly limited: the Chinese heavies who were starting BitBay had lined up a dev in Zimbeck. But they had no expertise in marketing a coin. This was to be the responsibility of Bob and his group, in return for their share of the ICO.

The problem was that Bob did not control the majority of the coin supply. Bob was an old school pumper: he knew that knowing where the coins were, and having control over what was happening with them was crucial for moving a market. With BitBay the Chinese would hold the majority of the coins. And they could shaft Bob at anytime.

The Salamander was sent to China to sign off on the deal for Bob. The Salamander was not supposed to be the fixer this time around: Steve was in charge of the project. And Zimbeck of Halo fame had signed on to be the dev.

But what the Salamander found happening in Cambodia needed fixing. And that’s where the trouble began.



To be continued.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: elenorrigby on December 17, 2014, 07:18:41 PM
Karma is a Bitch Mr.Foot soldier. I hope you had enough fun with your stolen money.

In conclusion, it all ended up back in Bob's pocket anyway, as he and Mr. Salamander, and Vl** all dumped into the support the foot soldiers had up.  All as Bob walked his dogs, or rolled a joint, or had computer problems or went to crack a cold wallet.  So in a way, yes Karma returned the favor.

And all this before the "leaders" got fat stacks from BAY and free coin, and then proceeded to smear David's name, and dump ALL those free coins putting many of the foot soldiers in ruins.

That right Paul?

How much of the Swift ICO ended up in your pocket?


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Stealthcoin on December 17, 2014, 07:30:52 PM
Its common that in a group of scamers there are 2 -3 guy will plan to scam their own people. I can ensure you it was not only "one" mole.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: EvilDave on December 17, 2014, 08:52:35 PM
Everyone in crypto should read this.........


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: BobbyTorKID on December 17, 2014, 09:15:58 PM
Karma is a Bitch Mr.Foot soldier. I hope you had enough fun with your stolen money.

In conclusion, it all ended up back in Bob's pocket anyway, as he and Mr. Salamander, and Vl** all dumped into the support the foot soldiers had up.  All as Bob walked his dogs, or rolled a joint, or had computer problems or went to crack a cold wallet.  So in a way, yes Karma returned the favor.

And all this before the "leaders" got fat stacks from BAY and free coin, and then proceeded to smear David's name, and dump ALL those free coins putting many of the foot soldiers in ruins.

That right Paul?

How much of the Swift ICO ended up in your pocket?

I'm going to go out on a limb and say none went into his pocket.  That ICO money from SWIFT went right into Bobby's pocket.  Which he easily doubled or tripled by dumping into his own support.  There was no REAL mole.....it was a ploy to keep all his foot soldiers guessing.  The perfect alabi.  What?  I didn't dump my coins.  It was the mole.  "Hold on, I'll be back.  Gotta walk the dogs"

Hey Kid, how are all your scam coins going?  I'm sure you're in the process of moving onto the next one.  What do you have in the pipeline?  3?  4?  How many more shill accounts have you started?


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: LiteBit on December 17, 2014, 09:41:20 PM
Never invest in anything without a working prototype. If the team (person) doesn't want to spend their own money on their "idea" then you, for sure, should never invest your money in their "idea"

* File under ICO in the dictionary or whatever


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: djm34 on December 17, 2014, 09:41:59 PM
Everyone in crypto should read this.........
too long... and scammer story and follower assholes (but stupid well I read it...  ;D) it is getting old...
They played a dirty games trying to screw everyone else and were screwed, they lost  ;D
sorry for not feeling sorry for them...


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: pedrog on December 17, 2014, 09:47:32 PM
TL;DR

NOC (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RwVFHf1HbdY)


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: KronenbergsSister on December 17, 2014, 09:52:33 PM
Karma is a Bitch Mr.Foot soldier. I hope you had enough fun with your stolen money.

In conclusion, it all ended up back in Bob's pocket anyway, as he and Mr. Salamander, and Vl** all dumped into the support the foot soldiers had up.  All as Bob walked his dogs, or rolled a joint, or had computer problems or went to crack a cold wallet.  So in a way, yes Karma returned the favor.

And all this before the "leaders" got fat stacks from BAY and free coin, and then proceeded to smear David's name, and dump ALL those free coins putting many of the foot soldiers in ruins.

That right Paul?

How much of the Swift ICO ended up in your pocket?

I'm going to go out on a limb and say none went into his pocket.  That ICO money from SWIFT went right into Bobby's pocket.  Which he easily doubled or tripled by dumping into his own support.  There was no REAL mole.....it was a ploy to keep all his foot soldiers guessing.  The perfect alabi.  What?  I didn't dump my coins.  It was the mole.  "Hold on, I'll be back.  Gotta walk the dogs"

Hey Kid, how are all your scam coins going?  I'm sure you're in the process of moving onto the next one.  What do you have in the pipeline?  3?  4?  How many more shill accounts have you started?


Well Hello Paul.

Man you are more stupid then i thought.

You had a pretty good racket going with BitSwift. No one suspected you one bit.

Now you are fucking it all up, aren't you?

People protected you. They wished you well with Swift.

And now for some reason you feel like you gotta go all gangster, threatening people with Eminem lyrics, doxxing your old partners .....

Are you in self destruct mode?



Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Eastbay on December 17, 2014, 10:03:39 PM
Coming from a former member of the group, this story is RIGHT ON THE MONEY!!

Paul is legit, good dev, smart person, definite idealist

I always suspected Bob and Gekko were dumping on the support, it was a high speed game of chicken, and they were in it JUST FOR THE MONEY, like most of us

This is how the games played imo with these pump and dump altcoins, and is part of the reason the altcoin market is in such despair lately, the good people who want to furthur devolpment and over shadowed by the money-hungry asshats..

ALWAYS DYOR BEFORE INVESTING

EDIT: any one with half a brain and decent detective skills could figure this out as it was happening thou and STILL happens EVERY DAY with most alts and damn near ALL ICOs


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: traumschiff on December 18, 2014, 12:19:27 AM
Really well written story, this should get more attention imho.

Amazing text, threads like this are the reason why I don't mind losing a few satoshis on trades. I'm happy I found BCT a year ago and took part in altcoins.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Soepkip on December 18, 2014, 12:26:09 AM
When is the Red Wedding :p


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Vlad2Vlad on December 18, 2014, 12:38:14 AM

Dang man, I thought Bob was just a pumping used car salesman.

This whole write up, very entertaining and eloquent, actually gave me a newfound respect for BobSurplus.



Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Arambol on December 18, 2014, 12:52:38 AM
nice story


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: dload.1 on December 18, 2014, 01:55:59 AM

Dang man, I thought Bob was just a pumping used car salesman.

This whole write up, very entertaining and eloquent, actually gave me a newfound respect for BobSurplus.


from what it looks like maybe you can be one of his new members i think they have openings now. lol  ::)


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: kingscrown on December 18, 2014, 01:57:48 AM
http://i.imgur.com/fdYfrhb.gif


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: The Sound And Fury on December 18, 2014, 07:53:39 AM
OP updated:



Part 6.  The Fall of the Salamander

Gentle readers. Look at the stage.

There is movement now. Different shades of darkness within the darkness.

You can see the ronin, my former brothers-in-arms, warming themselves around fires in the shadows of Paul and David. But they are fewer now. How many of you are left?
How many of you have laid down your weapons and withdrawn to your homes, your families?
 
You can see the darkness that has enveloped Bob. The darkness of a leader without followers, cut off from his greatness. Alone.

You can see the battle camps of Paul and David, ringed by the fires of their ronin.  They have found each other in the darkness. War makes strange bedfellows. Now they are pegging their fortunes and trying desperately not to fall.

Deep in the backround you can see Lin. Unmoving. Invisible. Betting that everyone will finish each other off, leaving him unscathed.

You can see Steve. Tied to his sins, roped permanently to David. Sinking slowly in this wine dark sea.

But you cannot see the Salamander.

He was the first to fall.



_________________________________________



When the Salamander saw what was happening in Cambodia he should have just walked away. He should have gotten on the plane and messaged Bob it’s a clusterfuck. Keep the fuck out.

But he didn’t.

The Salamander was a fixer.  He was not supposed to be the fixer in BitBay though. He was supposed to be the briefcase man, the bridge between the Chinese and Bob. After all, months earlier, the Chinese had brought on the wunderkind Zimbeck; no one imagined that Zimbeck would become the one thing that needed fixing the most – but the one thing that could not be fixed.

For starters, Zimbeck was in Cambodia. The logic was that Zimbeck could hire and train a team of Cambodian devs for a fraction of what that might cost in the West. There was just one problem with this. There seemed to be no devs in Cambodia. And Zimbeck was having no luck training devs himself. He was even having problems getting the first Bay wallet to compile.

The Salamander looked at this situation, and looked at the BitBay roadmap. Smart contracts were supposed to be released in three weeks. A functioning decentralized market in less than two months. This was clearly a situation in need of fixing.

There was another problem. David began to tell the Salamander that of all the technology he was working on, only the pegging would be exclusive to Bay. Everything else – the multicoin wallet, the markets, the mesh technology  - would be shared with Halo. He even told Salamander that the Halo Nighttrader and markets would be released about the same time as BitBay.

The Salamander knew this was a headshot for BitBay.  BitBay’s whole identity was to be the first online decentralized marketplace. To have Halo offering essentially to license the same thing to anyone who came along made no sense at all.  Again – here was a situation that needed fixing.

But there was a problem. Somewhere along the line, David had become a partner in BitBay. So no one could tell him what to do.

It is standard operating procedure in any corporation, even in politics – that when one takes on a partnership role, one must divest oneself of any asset that can lead to conflict of interest. But this had not happened here. David was full speed ahead on Halo. While being a partner in Bay. And since he was a partner, no one could exert any authority over him.

The situation could not possibly be fixed.

This was the Salamander’s fatal mistake. He should have turned around and messaged Bob, it’s a clusterfuck. Stay the fuck away.

But he didn’t. He set about trying to fix the situation.

Gentle reader. You all know what happened next. David and the Salamander fought each other to a bloody finish, first in private, and then in public.

The irony in David’s situation is this: he was a full partner in Bay. Bay was not yet tarnished – it had heavy backing, and a shot at being the first true decentralized marketplace in Asia. If he had just ported Halo into Bay and respected basic divestment procedures, he could have been rich beyond what Halo would ever make him.

Instead, there he is, gentle readers – before you on the stage. Encamped in the darkness. Exiled. Surrounded by rings of believers, and the fires of his ronin.

We will return to David. But first we must witness the rest of the Salamander’s fall.


To be continued.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Vlad2Vlad on December 18, 2014, 07:56:25 AM

OP - you're a great writer, man.  I totally enjoyed reading your story.  I never read long posts but I read every word and I'm thinking about going back for seconds cause it was that good.

Cheers!


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: The Sound And Fury on December 18, 2014, 09:22:03 AM
Intermezzo:

My former brothers-in-arms.
 
There is nothing more dangerous than unpaid soldiers.  All of you got your share of the BitSwift ICO. But many of you were paid nothing from Bay.  

You now have two scores to settle. One for money, and one for revenge.
 
Some of you are now riding for Paul. He became your leader long ago. Your saddlebags are filled with Swift, and you fate is thrown in with his.

Some of you are now riding for Zimbeck.  Bob did not pay you your share of the Bay ICO, and Zimbeck was right there when you turned. He wanted revenge on Bob and the Salamander. And so did you. And now, your bags heavy with Bay from the ICO, you must ride for Zimbeck if you hope to ever get out alive.

Some of you are still riding for Bob. You were paid from the BitBay ICO. Nothing has changed for you.

Oh my brothers, I see you. I see each of you. I recognize you in the torch light as you pass. On your way to strike a hidden blow for Bob. Or Paul. Or David.
  
I do not judge you. You are ronin. You are my brothers in arms.

Do not judge me for telling this tale. My dagger is not drawn for you.



Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: The Sound And Fury on December 18, 2014, 12:31:25 PM



The Salamander was falling apart.

By now, he was the only leader left in the group. Bob was AWOL, and Paul had left the group in late October, leaving only the Salamander to hold things together.

The Salamander was spectacularly unsuited for this role. He was quiet, prone to mood swings, and exhausted from weeks of trying to fix the BitBay situation. He felt like he was the only one in the group working hard. Bob was nowhere to be found, and without a leader, the group was coasting; except for the occasional tweet or forum post, no one seemed to be doing anything. Bay had gone briefly above 300 just after the ICO, fallen back to ICO price, and then began its steady decline.

The situation in Cambodia was going from bad to worse. Zimbeck was unable to compile the first Bay wallet, which the exchange would require to release the first ICO funds. The Salamander stepped in and fixed the situation, bringing in another dev who solved in a few hours the problem that had stumped Zimbeck for days. A fight then broke out in which Zimbeck berated the dev and called him a monkey, ending any chance of further help.

The development schedule fell more and more behind. Zimbeck spent increasing amounts of time and energy on the forums distancing himself from the Bay project. He was a partner in BitBay and had received his share of the ICO funds already - facts he was keeping hidden from public view -  so nothing could be done to bring him into line. Even worse, a massive amount of free coins had been released to David. David refused to lock these coins up in escrow.  This made any kind of pump from Bob’s side far too risky. Bob made it clear to the Chinese he would not risk a pump until David’s coins were safely locked away. David refused. The situation was at an impasse. There would be no pump.

It was now weeks after the ICO. Bitbay was steadily dropping in price. None of the elements needed for a marketing push were being delivered to the Salamander. The website could not be built, because there were no screenshots of smart wallets, or coherent written explanations from David as to exactly how any of the promised tech would work: hedging, pegging, the marketplace, smart contracts, or the mesh tech. And when the smart wallet was finally delivered a week overdue, it didn’t work.

Nothing to market with. A broken wallet.  No pump machine. A dev who was answerable to no one.

He was trying to fix BitBay, and he was getting nowhere.

During the same weeks, the foot soldiers were looking to the Salamander for answers that were just not there. They had been told that they would have to ‘work hard’ this time to get an ICO cut – but it wasn’t really clear what that meant. And they had not gotten paid. They were waiting for the pump to begin, but with no marketing materials, a broken wallet,  and no Bob – there was nothing to pump on.

They began to simply blame it on Bob. So few of the ICO’s dirty little secrets were known to them – the fake BTC at BTer, the problems behind the scenes with David,  the immense number of free coins that were actually out there – that the foot soldiers simply could not understand why the coin wasn’t being pumped. They could not understand the simple sentence they kept hearing again and again. It’s not our coin. It’s not our coin.

The price of Bay kept falling. The foot soldiers bags grew heavier. The mood grew more foul. Everyone wanted answers from the Salamander. And he had none.

He grew sour and bitter in the group chat. He spoke openly against Bob. This went on for days until others began to tell him they were sick of his moaning, and that he should leave.

It was that very evening that Bob finally returned to the chat. Back from his trip, moved into a new apartment, internet finally hooked up.  He was in a jovial mood and did not notice the mutinous atmosphere when first arrived. People began to question him about getting paid. It seemed as though Bob was not taking any of it seriously. He told the Salamander to lighten up.

And that was all it took.

The Salamander left the chat. His icon blinked once. And then it was gone.


To be continued.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: YarkoL on December 18, 2014, 01:21:15 PM
This is not the first time on this forum
that I've thought to myself, why isn't this
chap making money writing novels instead
of meddling in these crazy shenanigans.

Makes me wonder if there is something
about crypto that pulls people with talent
for writing.
Oh and keep posting  :)


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: djm34 on December 18, 2014, 01:39:49 PM
This is not the first time on this forum
that I've thought to myself, why isn't this
chap making money writing novels instead
of meddling in these crazy shenanigans.

Makes me wonder if there is something
about crypto that pulls people with talent
for writing.
Oh and keep posting  :)
scamming people and writing "lol" and other popular acronyms takes way too much time


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Triffin on December 18, 2014, 01:46:14 PM
Great story OP ..

Looks like "Bob" still has some active disciples out there ..
Or just ripping off his MO ..

https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=765426.msg9872423;topicseen#msg9872423

Triff ..


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Salamander-EQUALS-Gekko on December 18, 2014, 03:00:34 PM
Sound and Fury = The Salamander = Gekko.



Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Stealthcoin on December 18, 2014, 03:04:48 PM
Don't drop the soap in your prison cell mates. Unless you like this kind of stuff.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: looksgoodwillmine on December 18, 2014, 03:29:37 PM
bravo, i would mine this thread if i could. <3


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: djm34 on December 18, 2014, 04:13:07 PM
just for those who don't seem to know:
You don't need to make a new account each time you want to post a message, you can use the one you already made before...
It seems obvious, but looking at those 2 or 3 threads about bitbay, it doesn't seem to be obvious for everybody  ;D


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: PhattyBanks on December 18, 2014, 05:05:07 PM
what a fun read, very nicely done


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: EvilDave on December 18, 2014, 05:11:53 PM
just for those who don't seem to know:
You don't need to make a new account each time you want to post a message, you can use the one you already made before...
It seems obvious, but looking at those 2 or 3 threads about bitbay, it doesn't seem to be obvious for everybody  ;D


ROFLMAO..........


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: The Sound And Fury on December 18, 2014, 08:22:07 PM
Op Updated:


Gentle reader.

The time has come to end this story.

I will tell you the fates of Bob and Steven and Lin and the Salamander. And Paul and David.

And I will finish with a word to the people I miss the most.

My brothers in arms.

_____________

Bob

Bob was outplayed by the Chinese. Played to a draw by David. Abandoned by his lieutenants. Cursed by his soldiers. And now he is nearly alone.

But I think I will take an extra moment here for Bob. After all, it is the Story of Bob.

People like to hate Bob. I saw his other side, so it's not so black and white for me. Twice in six months guys on the crew got hacked and lost all their coins. Got taken down to zero. Bob heard about it both times, and made it right, behind the scenes.

One strange thing about Bob I never quite figured out. He liked people who clearly hated him. Even after someone became his enemy, he still liked them a lot. Back when the mole was doing the most damage, I was on Mumble in the middle of the night with him one night. No one else around. We were smoking weed and speculating on who might be the mole in the group.  About one guy in particular, a guy who was really, really smart. Bob said, yea.... it might be him. Your right. He paused. But you know what? Even if it is him? I still like him a lot.

But in the end, I can't say I feel sorry for Bob. The group falling apart was his fault. I saw it coming a mile away, and I made sure I got paid before I left.  My brothers who didn’t collect?  Bob will have ronin after him for months.

Perhaps you would have liked it if Bob had been put out of the Game for good. But he will be back. How could he not? There are too many coins that want pumping. Too many people who want profit. There will always be foot-soldiers. Look over in nearby threads. There will always be “believers”. There will always be “investors”.  And there will always be messiahs to lead them.


Steven

Steven is still falling. He is tied to his sins, roped permanently to David. Sinking slowly in this wine dark sea.


Lin
Lin escapes. He lives to fight another day. His strategy worked. There is no moral outcry over his actions. No one has started a viral campaign against BTer.
So disappointing. Gentle reader, you would have liked to see him fall. But you left it up to Bob and Paul and Steven and the Salamander. Lin proved himself smarter than all of them. And you simply did not care.


The Salamander

The Salamander will eventually return. He is a fixer. A briefcase man. There is always be a need for him. We all hatch plans and set events in motion. We all are involved in larger movements. Salamanders move on a right angle plane to our movements, our events, our lives, unseen. They fix what needs fixing. And then they disappear.

___________


What a disappointing ending so far. So ambiguous. All the bad guys are getting off easy.
 
We would like a sharper moral clarity to come out of this sad mess. We would like it if – at the end of this story  – the world would appear a little different than when we started this tale.

But it doesn’t, does it?

In this story we have seen both Swift and BitBay  get created out of thin air. We have watched both ICO’s get staged by Bob Surplus. Devs who have collaborated knowingly and willingly in his rigged ICO’s and reaped handsome rewards are still comfortably in their jobs, supported by their communities.

During the four days of this story, both BitBay dev and the BitSwift dev moved their coins to private forums. Away from the public eye. Their “investors” and “believers” applauded these moves.

During this time, the market price of BitSwift is relatively unchanged. The same is true of BitBay
.
So the altcoin market around us has spoken. It has shrugged. It is morally unimpressed.

You cannot expect your story teller to give you a better ending than the ending that is actually happening, can you?

An ending that includes both these devs coming to these very pages to sneer at Bob Surplus?

Proclaiming their own moral superiority to people of his type?

Gentle reader.

Now you know who my dagger is for.

The hypocrites.

The doxxers.

The cowards.



______________________________


The Hypocrites

You profited from your alliances with Bob. You were in on the ICO's. You dev the coins he midwifed. You cling tightly to the money he helped you make. All the while proclaiming that he is scum, that he should swing for his sins.


The Doxxers - on all sides

You fancy yourselves as heroes. As equalizers.
 
You give yourself a moral free card, because you are convinced of the righteousness of your cause.

You give yourself the right to be judge, jury, and executioner.
 
You are the worst kind of coward. And this is why:

You could act on your own information. You could get on that plane.

You could go knock on that door.

But you hope someone else will do your dirty work.

That someone else will settle your score.

That someone will ‘get what’s coming to them’

With you at a safe moral distance.

You say, but I am doing it for others.

No. You are not.

If "others" really want it done, they can do the research. They can get on that plane. They can go knock on that door.

Do you really believe it is ok to be judge, jury and executioner? You do?

My dagger is for you.


_____________



To my brothers in arms. You know who you are.

I would like to end on a serious note. Thank you for the discussion of penises.  Weed.  Midget clown sex. Calise. Especially Calise. Panamanian land prices. West coast pizza. The bitch who stole the money. East coast snowstorms. Weed.  Anarchism. Nootropics.  Bill Clinton. The Middle East. RG3. GTA.  Weed. Taylor Swift.  For each bro. Each lol.  And everything in between.


The End.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: spookycoins on December 18, 2014, 08:38:57 PM
Thank you for the fascinating read.
Truly appreciate you sharing this.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: jackfruit on December 18, 2014, 09:08:48 PM
http://i2.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/newsfeed/000/049/164/Bravo_Bravo.gif


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: djm34 on December 18, 2014, 09:11:54 PM
that was "the blues of the scammers"


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: dobbscoin on December 18, 2014, 09:19:05 PM
Praise "BOB"
http://dobbscoin.info/images/anibob.gif (http://www.dobbscoin.info)


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: goosoodude on December 18, 2014, 09:24:45 PM
Excellent read. I am glad I read it all now as I couldnt have waited waiting for the next installments.

I am disappointed with the ending, as I would have like more information of how Lin, David and the others played it out. The ending looks rushed.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: EvilDave on December 18, 2014, 11:49:42 PM
Thanks, man, that was good stuff on many levels.......can i suggest, once your moral compass is back on-line again, that you consider writing as a career?
Your style might not be perfect, but you've got a good flow and can tell a story well.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: kleineaap on December 19, 2014, 12:04:57 AM
Fucking spot on. Tips fedora


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: jyap on December 19, 2014, 12:12:22 AM
I've got to say, this really a nice story. I know you probably shit it out pretty quickly but shows good command of the English language and narrative.

Thanks for putting it out there.  Would love to hear more in future.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: kleineaap on December 19, 2014, 12:50:23 AM
I feel compelled to add that most big bucks in crypto operate like this.
Everybody else is losing.

There are no coins to invest in, almost all projects are either well-designed cons or obvious shitcoins.
There is speculation, if only you know enough when to enter and exit. Not much more. Be informed and you'll make a buck, but you might have to look sideways at times.

The increasing spread of shattered bullshit is ruining it for the traders. Its randomness is just too silly.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: dload.1 on December 19, 2014, 01:02:12 AM
that was "the blues of the scammers"
i know you feel bad for bob now. ;D


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: toknormal on December 19, 2014, 01:06:38 AM

The increasing spread of shattered bullshit is ruining it for the traders. Its randomness is just too silly.

https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=850267.msg9883180#msg9883180


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: dload.1 on December 19, 2014, 01:10:58 AM
I've got to say, this really a nice story. I know you probably shit it out pretty quickly but shows good command of the English language and narrative.

Thanks for putting it out there.  Would love to hear more in future.

it is gekko who wrote it if you want to read more just read the bitbay anne about team member that love kung fu movies and holly in taiwan same author. lol


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: notsofast on December 19, 2014, 01:48:13 AM
It took my cat jumping off my lap and screeching in annoyance for me to realize I had stood up in front of the laptop giving OP a standing ovation.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: David Latapie on December 19, 2014, 03:09:38 AM
Required reading for new altcoin investors. ;-)
+1


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: djm34 on December 19, 2014, 03:19:06 AM
that was "the blues of the scammers"
i know you feel bad for bob now. ;D
yes  :'( where is donation address so I can send a few hundred btcs to show my support ?  ;D


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: spud3861 on December 19, 2014, 04:38:46 AM
Very interesting read. Are you a writer by trade?

How do you know all this that was going on?


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Vlad2Vlad on December 19, 2014, 04:39:55 AM
Very interesting read. Are you a writer by trade?

How do you know all this that was going on?

He was in the group.  Did you even read it?


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Hueristic on December 19, 2014, 06:03:47 AM
 :D      :D      :D      :D      :D      :D

Great Read!!!!!!


Ate popcorn watching every one of Bob's rape and pillage moves since cloak. I even tried to warn peops in stealth thread but no-one listened.

I'm pretty amused that all the little fag scammers got eaten by the big scammer. Lol



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I am not here to bash or so, I just want to know if the exploit is real or not because i can't follow it anymore. If not then is perfect buying time.

Cheers

Right now it's indeterminable. There have been no specifics given to us, and given the contradictory and nonsensical nature of the breadcrumbs we're leaning towards it not being real until demonstrated otherwise or given technical details we can follow.


Way to show some confidence in your coin! Don't you get it? XMR will always have this dark cloud over it. Just like VRC, just like DRK and just like Cloak.

There is no coming back from this one.

Stealthcoin is the true anon winner these days and I'll be putting my btc there.

Now just admit that in one day and a few hours XMR can implode and all that money would be lost forever. I mean, you do realize that if BCX can steal coins then the exchanges will be forced to shut down trading while leaving anyone with xmr in their wallet out 100%.

I've got my popcorn ready!

http://itsalmo.st/#timetokillxmr



I aint making anyone look bad except you and the rest of the Monero bagholders... Hey bud... How much you down today? I'm up about 10%!



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you can't blame a community for one or two people are doing out of it

Not Blaming your community. If I was I would be doing more than just warning you guys. Wink

Yeah Bob isn't really a community kind of person, he's just out to make a buck

On the bright side, he does know how to sniff out a thoroughbred

Gooooooo Hondo!!!



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FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT COIN, MAKE YOUR TROLLS STOP BASHING MONERO THREADS AND HARASSING PEOPLE

Monero?  Is that not the coin that has some flaw going on within it ?
Monero is the piece of shit coin with a security flaw that is a coin killer. That shit is in a death spiral once it gets exploited.

I'm pretty stupid so why don't you explain this flaw to me?
Why do not you guys discuss this on the XMR thread .
 Only suggest.
Thanks for understanding.

Sorry, your buddy bob brought me here with his shilling of your coin while trolling XMR. I have not even read this thread yet and only know this coin by hearsay. But as I said with Bob and his scammers in on this one I can't see much of a future here even if it is the Holy Grail. Maybe after he moves on there will be enough left in the ashes to revive and then I will consider investing.

Good luck guys (I do mean this). I won't bother you again if you don't quote me unless the shills return to XMR then what can I say, all's fair. Wink

The rest just search my name in this locked thread. :rolleyes:.
https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=681725.msg8942846;topicseen#msg8942846


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Vlad2Vlad on December 19, 2014, 06:07:18 AM

So my question is, what coin is the next big Bobsurplus coin?

This whole thing got me excited about joining the next adventure.

Not sure if that was intended or not but count me in, Bobby.  lol


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: EvilDave on December 19, 2014, 09:02:09 AM
 ::)

ffs, Vlad....i admit the powerboats are very tempting, but Bob is/was scamming people, no matter how you want to spin it.
Pump and dump is pretty much the same as stealing a pension fund: the small/stupid/new/honest investors get screwed, and that ain't right.
I might be an insane idealist, but didn't Satoshi create BTC to help put a stop to the mega-scams in the financial world ?
 


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: toknormal on December 19, 2014, 09:03:43 AM
Bobsurplus coin

You said it  ;)

A coin designed and marketed with the exclusive purpose of providing a market valuation to the activities of market rigging.

It should have all its properties optimised for this purpose itself - developer premine dedicated to pumping, high liquidity, guaranteed volatility courtesy of scamster pot smoking, sex talking coin fleecing gangs of crypto-paracites.

All investors would qualify for automatic membership of Bob's "gang" and be provided with inside info on pumps, dumps and general attacks on other coins.

That way, even if the wider cryptocoin community wasn't invested, it would have a canary in the coalmine that "something was afoot" in the form of a sudden rise in the marketcap of Bob Surplus coin.


http://i.imgur.com/aTXfPY4.png


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Ignition75 on December 19, 2014, 10:19:28 AM
Thanks for taking the time to write this and sharing the story, a compelling read.



Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: darealtruth on December 19, 2014, 10:36:48 AM

So my question is, what coin is the next big Bobsurplus coin?

This whole thing got me excited about joining the next adventure.

Not sure if that was intended or not but count me in, Bobby.  lol
It seems like you can't get enough of that whale cum, U hoping to become a whale by slurping all that whale cum?


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: bandidorl on December 19, 2014, 12:18:36 PM
It´s a really fascinating read about the greedy human nature.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: ninjaboon on December 19, 2014, 12:20:06 PM
crazy things people do nowadays. it's been a rough year for a lot of people; mtgox, coinlenders, inputs.io.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: cryyptc on December 19, 2014, 12:43:25 PM
/\epic OP ..this should be stickied!!!!     :)


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Snail2 on December 19, 2014, 01:08:34 PM
This was a really good read. Good style, interesting topic. I enjoyed it.
BTW you should commit it on Devtome for edifying future PD group members...and... and then pump DVC :).


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: djm34 on December 19, 2014, 01:18:15 PM
may-be he should do a coin and IPO to crowdfund a future book  ;D

the history of the bunch of scammer who came clean by telling their story and not promising to do it again

actually crypto is getting more and more insane, people get scammed, read some stupid story by those who scammed them and
the're happy again  ;D
Difficult to be more stupid than that. This world record of stupidity will be very difficult to break ;D


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: cryyptc on December 19, 2014, 02:03:02 PM
This was a really good read. Good style, interesting topic. I enjoyed it.
BTW you should commit it on Devtome for edifying future PD group members...and... and then pump DVC :).


Devcoin was one of the first epic scamcoins! :)   /\ "we don't need more drivel"  !!! ROTF!!!


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Wesiematic on December 19, 2014, 03:24:49 PM
I totally loved to read it, thank you for the hidden plot, was very nice and i hope it will be continued, because the end is a bit abrupt.



 


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Eastbay on December 19, 2014, 04:50:27 PM
yeah, being that i was in the group for atleast 2/3's of the story, i can attest that there is a few more stories that could be told, Mr. DeLarge for one scamming members within the group during XST pump, The shill master, ect..

So i guess im a ronin and although im still in it for myself (like always) I still speak to Paul and some of the other ronin i respect. These are the people who actually didnt dump on each other and played by the rules and did MOST of the PR work, and if they left soon enough (like paul and I) they didnt get rekt'd by BAY, once i heard we wouldnt be getting any ICO refund for our BTC i was out... no point in being in the group because knowing Bob SOMEONE someone is getting free ICO coins and if it wasnt me, it would be stupid to buy in at the top, SWIFT was a shining example at what a successful ICO is, they obviously advertise there picks on twitter and such (they have to, to get people to notice) so if u just follow there twitter feeds, posts, ect you'll get the picture (called whale watching, and has been around since wolong)

Bob never screwed me, in fact my btc balance trippled for the 2-3 monthes i was in the group (although most of the profits ended up going down the drain with x20 btc LOL, easy come easy go/ karma?), i wouldn't count on making this much anymore thou since EVERY ONE in the group is now just bob/gekko's little bitches waiting to get scammed for btc, all the real players have left) i was always wary of putting up high support at levels that would leave me holding bags if it dumped

Fun times at first, that eventually got soured by greed...

It was definitely a once-in-a-lifetime chance to have all these whales/pumpers  working together (which we were, at first), and for the record the ONLY whales in the group were Paul (1000+ btc) and Bob (also 1000+ btc, which he got in the drk insta-mine scam) the rest of us were foot-soldiers holding anywhere from 5-50btc each (most on the lower end)


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: sigwo on December 19, 2014, 06:35:59 PM
Awesome read. Very enjoyable and hopefully a lesson to be learned from the pumper/ICO scam groups.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: wonderloops on December 19, 2014, 07:51:53 PM
Enjoyed reading this.

Keep em coming though, there's more stories only a writer as yourself can tell.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Crestington on December 19, 2014, 09:02:12 PM
This is a good read for anyone interested CryptoCurrency in general.

The moral of the story is that if you are doing shady stuff or running with shady people, you either get burned or people rat you out.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Hueristic on December 19, 2014, 09:18:46 PM
...The moral of the story is that if you are doing shady stuff or running with shady people, you either get burned or people rat you out.

IOW: There is no honor among thieves.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: PhattyBanks on December 19, 2014, 11:43:52 PM
yeah, being that i was in the group for atleast 2/3's of the story, i can attest that there is a few more stories that could be told, Mr. DeLarge for one scamming members within the group during XST pump, The shill master, ect..

So i guess im a ronin and although im still in it for myself (like always) I still speak to Paul and some of the other ronin i respect. These are the people who actually didnt dump on each other and played by the rules and did MOST of the PR work, and if they left soon enough (like paul and I) they didnt get rekt'd by BAY, once i heard we wouldnt be getting any ICO refund for our BTC i was out... no point in being in the group because knowing Bob SOMEONE someone is getting free ICO coins and if it wasnt me, it would be stupid to buy in at the top, SWIFT was a shining example at what a successful ICO is, they obviously advertise there picks on twitter and such (they have to, to get people to notice) so if u just follow there twitter feeds, posts, ect you'll get the picture (called whale watching, and has been around since wolong)

Bob never screwed me, in fact my btc balance trippled for the 2-3 monthes i was in the group (although most of the profits ended up going down the drain with x20 btc LOL, easy come easy go/ karma?), i wouldn't count on making this much anymore thou since EVERY ONE in the group is now just bob/gekko's little bitches waiting to get scammed for btc, all the real players have left) i was always wary of putting up high support at levels that would leave me holding bags if it dumped

Fun times at first, that eventually got soured by greed...

It was definitely a once-in-a-lifetime chance to have all these whales/pumpers  working together (which we were, at first), and for the record the ONLY whales in the group were Paul (1000+ btc) and Bob (also 1000+ btc, which he got in the drk insta-mine scam) the rest of us were foot-soldiers holding anywhere from 5-50btc each (most on the lower end)

are you saying that massive drk pump that hit 10000 btc 24hr vol on mintpal v1 was a bob pump?


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: cexylikepie on December 20, 2014, 01:26:29 AM
that was one of the best things ive ever read in crypto.

Beautiful, well written, and informative.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: dload.1 on December 20, 2014, 03:45:51 AM
may-be he should do a coin and IPO to crowdfund a future book  ;D

the history of the bunch of scammer who came clean by telling their story and not promising to do it again

actually crypto is getting more and more insane, people get scammed, read some stupid story by those who scammed them and
the're happy again  ;D
Difficult to be more stupid than that. This world record of stupidity will be very difficult to break ;D

+1000   but if it can be broken we are in the right place to see it.  ;D


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: barabbas on December 20, 2014, 04:09:49 AM
@ The Sound and the Fury.

Thank you. That was magnificent. The final chapter, since we already knew the outcome, was a bit of a letdown, but the previous chapters are masterpieces, really.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Oldminer on December 21, 2014, 02:09:05 AM
Great read, and should be bumped everyday for eternity.

Look around & you will see this cretin is still active to this day...


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Hueristic on December 21, 2014, 02:17:27 AM
Great read, and should be bumped everyday for eternity.

Look around & you will see this cretin is still active to this day...

That Cretin has stolen more from this scene than most people make in years.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: djm34 on December 21, 2014, 03:32:16 AM
Great read, and should be bumped everyday for eternity.

Look around & you will see this cretin is still active to this day...

That Cretin has stolen more from this scene than most people make in years.
no he makes them pay to read his history  ;D


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: kingscrown on December 21, 2014, 03:47:30 AM
This is a good read for anyone interested CryptoCurrency in general.

The moral of the story is that if you are doing shady stuff or running with shady people, you either get burned or people rat you out.


that ^^


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: sl@ppy on December 21, 2014, 05:24:09 AM
Great read, thank you


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: benthach on December 21, 2014, 05:24:43 AM
someone spent this much time and claimed to know this much must have much grudge himself! don't blame the game  ;D LOL


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: benthach on December 21, 2014, 07:02:26 AM
i decided to adding more  ;D
someone spent this much time and claimed to know this much must have much grudge himself! don't tell us all these just come out of your ass or from rumors you heard. don't blame the game, blame your stupid fucker self. you have the nerve to admitted your stupid dumb fuck got played but don't want to use your main stupid username. you don't have much credential anyway and lied to yourself to hide behind that dumb fuck username. you have nothing to prove to your mom because you are OWNED! you really don't know? laugh is on you!

LOL


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: bitcoinbelieve on December 21, 2014, 08:02:57 AM
it was good read.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Investing123 on December 21, 2014, 08:30:01 AM
Never thought I could enjoy reading about people ruining the alt market. 
Truly, OP, you have some serious talent writing.
Such a great read.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: synechist on December 21, 2014, 12:59:46 PM
What a fascinating story, and not just for its literary merits, but for its curiously revealing subtext. This is to say that the story has a highly fascinating relationship between its narrator and one of its protagonists, and that this relationship reveals the protagonist in question to be the narrator.

First off, it frames the goings-on of a bunch of pump-and-dump scammers in terms of the morality of ancient Greek mythology, in which the mighty are brought low, and in which attaining glory in battle is the highest aspiration of its protagonists. Whose morality might this be?
- Bob's? No.
- Paul's? No.
- Zimbeck's? No.
- Steve or Lin's? No.
- The Salamander's? Yes.

Second, the relation between the narrator and the Salamander is striking.
- He's the only character not called by his real name.
- The narrative is shaped by the Salamander's morality.
- The Salamander's morality appears to be a classical battle code: (1) stand and fight - like a man - or lose your honour, (2) the highest glory is glory in battle, (3) all's fair in love and war. This is the only sort of morality that bring the footsoldiers to attention, recalling them to duty and instructing them to leave off their shame.
- The narrative thus functions as a call to arms for the footsoldiers. It amounts to "stick to your code. Stand and fight your enemies. Don't be hypocrites, doxxing people and hoping someone else will confront them. The mighty must fall. And the task is ours."
- The story ends, but the narrative itself clearly doesn't: the story ends with a promise to avenge the "hypocrites" and the "doxxers" - which of course entails the continuing of the narrative beyond the story's end. In the story, Paul achieves glory while Bob and the Salamander fall. The next cycle, classically, would of course be the Salamander's vengeance, the fall of Paul, and - so our narrator hopes - the Salamander's glory.


So what is the Salamander doing?
- The morality of the narrative is the only sort of morality that the narrator can use to self-mythologise.
- Under no other framework would he appear morally defensible to himself. He needs this in order to be what he is.
- Under no other framework could the Salamander be the core protagonist.
- Under no other framework could the Salamander sound the rallying cry to bring the mighty - Paul, Lin, Zimbeck, and others - low again.


What is the Salamander?
The Salamander's coldness, his ruthlessness, his commitment to destroy his enemies - this is the ethics of an assassin.
Without painting himself in the colours of classical mythological glory, he's just brutal, vicious, cold, and self-concerned.
(No wonder, then, that the narrator is moved ultimately to tell a story about himself; the world of an assassin is centred upon himself alone.)


Will the Salamander succeed?
The Salamander lives by a code. He learned to justify the code by recourse to classical mythology.
But he has not yet learned that the bedrock of Western history, laid in the dark years following the fall of the Roman Empire, is upon the grave of the classical Greek narratives. A later and deeper narrative - upon which the great medieval code of chivalry was built - embodies bravery and honour as before, but also humility, grace, and redemption. King Arthur and his knights surpassed the ancient Greeks just as the Roman narrative surpassed that of Carthage. The great arc of innocence, fall from grace, and redemption remains the narrative of our world.

It is this code that still determines our world today. The real world will not rest, and no narrative will truly achieve completion, until different kinds of figures emerge from the ones in the Salamander's story. The mighty may rise and fall, but the real lesson of history is that there is no revolution until a self-sacrificing messiah comes. True victory only comes when one's enemies are transformed into likeness with oneself - look at what Christianity did to the Roman Empire, and look at what Nelson Mandela did to Apartheid. The only means to achieve it is to love one's enemies. The only future is redemptive. And the only heroes are self-sacrificing.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: btcney on December 21, 2014, 01:28:40 PM


Next story should be about the XC/Blocknet scam  :D


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: djm34 on December 21, 2014, 01:30:19 PM
What a fascinating story, and not just for its literary merits, but for its curiously revealing subtext. This is to say that the story has a highly fascinating relationship between its narrator and one of its protagonists, and that this relationship reveals the protagonist in question to be the narrator.

First off, it frames the goings-on of a bunch of pump-and-dump scammers in terms of the morality of ancient Greek mythology, in which the mighty are brought low, and in which attaining glory in battle is the highest aspiration of its protagonists. Whose morality might this be?
- Bob's? No.
- Paul's? No.
- Zimbeck's? No.
- Steve or Lin's? No.
- The Salamander's? Yes.

Second, the relation between the narrator and the Salamander is striking.
- He's the only character not called by his real name.
- The narrative is shaped by the Salamander's morality.
- The Salamander's morality appears to be a classical battle code: (1) stand and fight - like a man - or lose your honour, (2) the highest glory is glory in battle, (3) all's fair in love and war. This is the only sort of morality that bring the footsoldiers to attention, recalling them to duty and instructing them to leave off their shame.
- The narrative thus functions as a call to arms for the footsoldiers. It amounts to "stick to your code." Stand and fight your enemies. Don't be hypocrites, doxxing people and hoping someone else will confront them. The mighty must fall. And the task is ours.


So what is the Salamander doing?
- The morality of the narrative is the only sort of morality that the narrator can use to self-mythologise.
- Under no other framework would he appear morally defensible to himself. He needs this in order to be what he is.
- Under no other framework could the Salamander be the core protagonist.
- Under no other framework could the Salamander sound the rallying cry to bring the mighty - Paul, Lin, Zimbeck, and others - low again.


What is the Salamander?
The Salamander's coldness, his ruthlessness, his commitment to destroy his enemies - this is the ethics of an assassin.
Without painting himself in the colours of classical mythological glory, he's just brutal, vicious, cold, and self-concerned.
(No wonder, then, that the narrator is moved ultimately to tell a story about himself; the world of an assassin is centred upon himself alone.)


Will the Salamander succeed?
The Salamander lives by a code. He learned to justify the code by recourse to classical mythology.
But he has not yet learned that the bedrock of Western history, laid in the dark years following the fall of the Roman Empire, is upon the grave of the classical Greek narratives. A later and deeper narrative - upon which the great medieval code of chivalry was built - embodies bravery and honour as before, but also humility, grace, and redemption. King Arthur and his knights surpassed the ancient Greeks just as the Roman narrative surpassed that of Carthage. The great arc of innocence, fall from grace, and redemption remains the narrative of our world.

It is this code that still determines our world today. The real world will not rest, and no narrative will truly achieve completion, until different kinds of figures emerge from the ones in the Salamander's story. The mighty may rise and fall, but the real lesson of history is that there is no revolution until a self-sacrificing messiah comes. True victory only comes when one's enemies are transformed into likeness with oneself - look at what Christianity did to the Roman Empire, and look at what Nelson Mandela did to Apartheid. The only means to achieve it is to love one's enemies. The only future is redemptive. And the only heroes are self-sacrificing.

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz what a load of bullshit....  ;D
by morality, I guess you mean the writer...  
self-sacrificing  ;D ;D seriously the only thing which has been sacrificed is the btc of your foot-soldier (yeah yeah, that's a way a battle is won, got it...)

but please stop self-praising yourself over a fraud you organized and which miserably failed even though you were in control of everything (supply/demand/etc...) ;D

Actually the funny thing is that it shouldn't even have failed, but still it failed  ;D ;D
 
I think you are the writer trying to glorify himself under another name.
greek hero...  ;D please  The 3 stooges is a better example  ;D


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: synechist on December 21, 2014, 02:19:50 PM
Ha ha. You goofballs are the noise floor (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Noise_floor) of Bitcointalk.


djm34: I think you failed to notice the basic fact that I'm doing the opposite of calling the Salamander "moral." Better work on your reading comprehension before replying.


btcney: you'd do well to note that *both* XC and the Blocknet undergo development in the absence of a pump. For example, from June until now XC has developed an incredible array of features, and the Blocknet has just created the first ever messaging protocol between nodes on different blockchains (https://github.com/atcsecure/xhub). Neither of these developments were pumped. No pumps, just code. Get with it sir.





Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: djm34 on December 21, 2014, 04:10:24 PM
Ha ha. You goofballs are the noise floor (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Noise_floor) of Bitcointalk.


djm34: I think you failed to notice the basic fact that I'm doing the opposite of calling the Salamander "moral." Better work on your reading comprehension before replying.

yeah probably, in my defense that was pretty long and got tired before I saw a clear conclusion or an indication on which side you were.... and still wondering what was your point too... (since apparently I didn't get it  ;D)


edit: wondering as well "what christianity did to the roman empire" (and how that compare to what Mandela did to apartheid)...
 



Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: dload.1 on December 21, 2014, 04:19:39 PM
What a fascinating story, and not just for its literary merits, but for its curiously revealing subtext. This is to say that the story has a highly fascinating relationship between its narrator and one of its protagonists, and that this relationship reveals the protagonist in question to be the narrator.

First off, it frames the goings-on of a bunch of pump-and-dump scammers in terms of the morality of ancient Greek mythology, in which the mighty are brought low, and in which attaining glory in battle is the highest aspiration of its protagonists. Whose morality might this be?
- Bob's? No.
- Paul's? No.
- Zimbeck's? No.
- Steve or Lin's? No.
- The Salamander's? Yes.

Second, the relation between the narrator and the Salamander is striking.
- He's the only character not called by his real name.
- The narrative is shaped by the Salamander's morality.
- The Salamander's morality appears to be a classical battle code: (1) stand and fight - like a man - or lose your honour, (2) the highest glory is glory in battle, (3) all's fair in love and war. This is the only sort of morality that bring the footsoldiers to attention, recalling them to duty and instructing them to leave off their shame.
- The narrative thus functions as a call to arms for the footsoldiers. It amounts to "stick to your code." Stand and fight your enemies. Don't be hypocrites, doxxing people and hoping someone else will confront them. The mighty must fall. And the task is ours.


So what is the Salamander doing?
- The morality of the narrative is the only sort of morality that the narrator can use to self-mythologise.
- Under no other framework would he appear morally defensible to himself. He needs this in order to be what he is.
- Under no other framework could the Salamander be the core protagonist.
- Under no other framework could the Salamander sound the rallying cry to bring the mighty - Paul, Lin, Zimbeck, and others - low again.


What is the Salamander?
The Salamander's coldness, his ruthlessness, his commitment to destroy his enemies - this is the ethics of an assassin.
Without painting himself in the colours of classical mythological glory, he's just brutal, vicious, cold, and self-concerned.
(No wonder, then, that the narrator is moved ultimately to tell a story about himself; the world of an assassin is centred upon himself alone.)


Will the Salamander succeed?
The Salamander lives by a code. He learned to justify the code by recourse to classical mythology.
But he has not yet learned that the bedrock of Western history, laid in the dark years following the fall of the Roman Empire, is upon the grave of the classical Greek narratives. A later and deeper narrative - upon which the great medieval code of chivalry was built - embodies bravery and honour as before, but also humility, grace, and redemption. King Arthur and his knights surpassed the ancient Greeks just as the Roman narrative surpassed that of Carthage. The great arc of innocence, fall from grace, and redemption remains the narrative of our world.

It is this code that still determines our world today. The real world will not rest, and no narrative will truly achieve completion, until different kinds of figures emerge from the ones in the Salamander's story. The mighty may rise and fall, but the real lesson of history is that there is no revolution until a self-sacrificing messiah comes. True victory only comes when one's enemies are transformed into likeness with oneself - look at what Christianity did to the Roman Empire, and look at what Nelson Mandela did to Apartheid. The only means to achieve it is to love one's enemies. The only future is redemptive. And the only heroes are self-sacrificing.

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz what a load of bullshit....  ;D
by morality, I guess you mean the writer...  
self-sacrificing  ;D ;D seriously the only thing which has been sacrificed is the btc of your foot-soldier (yeah yeah, that's a way a battle is won, got it...)

but please stop self-praising yourself over a fraud you organized and which miserably failed even though you were in control of everything (supply/demand/etc...) ;D

Actually the funny thing is that it shouldn't even have failed, but still it failed  ;D ;D
 
I think you are the writer trying to glorify himself under another name.
greek hero...  ;D please  The 3 stooges is a better example  ;D

lol  ;D synechist is one of the few people in this thread that understands the person behind story. the rest of these idiots are ready to give him the pulitzer prize ::)  but your right about the rest, they had free coins free btc , a dev and and an exchange on board and still couldnt pull this off  ;D   i think i will start calling them APPLE DUMPLING GANG.    ;D


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Vlad2Vlad on December 21, 2014, 04:29:36 PM
What a fascinating story, and not just for its literary merits, but for its curiously revealing subtext. This is to say that the story has a highly fascinating relationship between its narrator and one of its protagonists, and that this relationship reveals the protagonist in question to be the narrator.

First off, it frames the goings-on of a bunch of pump-and-dump scammers in terms of the morality of ancient Greek mythology, in which the mighty are brought low, and in which attaining glory in battle is the highest aspiration of its protagonists. Whose morality might this be?
- Bob's? No.
- Paul's? No.
- Zimbeck's? No.
- Steve or Lin's? No.
- The Salamander's? Yes.

Second, the relation between the narrator and the Salamander is striking.
- He's the only character not called by his real name.
- The narrative is shaped by the Salamander's morality.
- The Salamander's morality appears to be a classical battle code: (1) stand and fight - like a man - or lose your honour, (2) the highest glory is glory in battle, (3) all's fair in love and war. This is the only sort of morality that bring the footsoldiers to attention, recalling them to duty and instructing them to leave off their shame.
- The narrative thus functions as a call to arms for the footsoldiers. It amounts to "stick to your code. Stand and fight your enemies. Don't be hypocrites, doxxing people and hoping someone else will confront them. The mighty must fall. And the task is ours."
- The story ends, but the narrative itself clearly doesn't: the story ends with a promise to avenge the "hypocrites" and the "doxxers" - which of course entails the continuing of the narrative beyond the story's end. In the story, Paul achieves glory while Bob and the Salamander fall. The next cycle, classically, would of course be the Salamander's vengeance, the fall of Paul, and - so our narrator hopes - the Salamander's glory.


So what is the Salamander doing?
- The morality of the narrative is the only sort of morality that the narrator can use to self-mythologise.
- Under no other framework would he appear morally defensible to himself. He needs this in order to be what he is.
- Under no other framework could the Salamander be the core protagonist.
- Under no other framework could the Salamander sound the rallying cry to bring the mighty - Paul, Lin, Zimbeck, and others - low again.


What is the Salamander?
The Salamander's coldness, his ruthlessness, his commitment to destroy his enemies - this is the ethics of an assassin.
Without painting himself in the colours of classical mythological glory, he's just brutal, vicious, cold, and self-concerned.
(No wonder, then, that the narrator is moved ultimately to tell a story about himself; the world of an assassin is centred upon himself alone.)


Will the Salamander succeed?
The Salamander lives by a code. He learned to justify the code by recourse to classical mythology.
But he has not yet learned that the bedrock of Western history, laid in the dark years following the fall of the Roman Empire, is upon the grave of the classical Greek narratives. A later and deeper narrative - upon which the great medieval code of chivalry was built - embodies bravery and honour as before, but also humility, grace, and redemption. King Arthur and his knights surpassed the ancient Greeks just as the Roman narrative surpassed that of Carthage. The great arc of innocence, fall from grace, and redemption remains the narrative of our world.

It is this code that still determines our world today. The real world will not rest, and no narrative will truly achieve completion, until different kinds of figures emerge from the ones in the Salamander's story. The mighty may rise and fall, but the real lesson of history is that there is no revolution until a self-sacrificing messiah comes. True victory only comes when one's enemies are transformed into likeness with oneself - look at what Christianity did to the Roman Empire, and look at what Nelson Mandela did to Apartheid. The only means to achieve it is to love one's enemies. The only future is redemptive. And the only heroes are self-sacrificing.



Brilliant!


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: illodin on December 21, 2014, 04:38:11 PM
Neither of these developments were pumped. No pumps, just code. Get with it sir.

What made you change your approach if I may ask? Earlier you were releasing announcements that there will be an announcement coming about about a yet to be announced feature, and utilized the PR network to its fullest.



Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: synechist on December 21, 2014, 04:43:42 PM
Neither of these developments were pumped. No pumps, just code. Get with it sir.

What made you change your approach if I may ask? Earlier you were releasing announcements that there will be an announcement coming about about a yet to be announced feature, and utilized the PR network to its fullest.



We haven't changed our approach.

We still announce upcoming developments, and we still don't pump.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: synechist on December 21, 2014, 04:57:38 PM
edit: wondering as well "what christianity did to the roman empire" (and how that compare to what Mandela did to apartheid)...


Christianity transformed the Roman Empire into itself, from within.

Mandela transformed South Africa into a nation in his own image - one founded upon a narrative of humility, forgiveness, and celebration of diversity.

Incidentally, Ghandi's nonviolent protest did the same basic thing: it transformed the colonials into individuals who could do nothing but respect their victims as human beings, and in so doing see them as like each other.

Add to this the great archetype of self-sacrificial love: Jesus.

The process in each case is the same:
- treat your enemies in a self-sacrificial way
- don't oppose your enemies; don't fight them; don't hate them; give them respect and sacrifice yourself for this
- at some point the enemies start to adopt the same stance toward you that you take toward them
- henceforth, they can no longer be your enemies; you've transformed them - at your own expense
- the revolution is thus complete; the narrative concluded, leaving no fallen mighty ones to rise up again and wreak revenge.



Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: barabbas on December 21, 2014, 06:05:25 PM
edit: wondering as well "what christianity did to the roman empire" (and how that compare to what Mandela did to apartheid)...


Christianity transformed the Roman Empire into itself, from within.

Mandela transformed South Africa into a nation in his own image - one founded upon a narrative of humility, forgiveness, and celebration of diversity.

Incidentally, Ghandi's nonviolent protest did the same basic thing: it transformed the colonials into individuals who could do nothing but respect their victims as human beings, and in so doing see them as like each other.

Add to this the great archetype of self-sacrificial love: Jesus.

The process in each case is the same:
- treat your enemies in a self-sacrificial way
- don't oppose your enemies; don't fight them; don't hate them; give them respect and sacrifice yourself for this
- at some point the enemies start to adopt the same stance toward you that you take toward them
- henceforth, they can no longer be your enemies; you've transformed them - at your own expense
- the revolution is thus complete; the narrative concluded, leaving no fallen mighty ones to rise up again and wreak revenge.



Nice essays. But not even par with the course with The Sound and the Fury's "story" which leaves obvious clues as to who The Salamander is and who the narrator may be. As the only main character not called by his real name, it is blatantly obvious, it is Ryan Wrights. The fixer. Is he the narrator too? That's for you, the reader, to decide. Does it matter? Not really. The piece is priceless as literature and as a glimpse into the gutters of the darkest side of the world of crypto. But nothing, really, that we did not read and subsequently saw in The Wolf of Wall Street. Only difference is that these "ronin" and his leaders are cowardly criminals operating in the dark and, for now at least, in a world not protected by conventional laws. Given the natural cowardice and lack of morals, even at the criminal level, there's not going to be any vengeance or retribution. These cowardly caricatures of ronin will simply take the fact that their leader left them to dry and will continue on, as clumsy foot soldiers, hoping for another leader to allow them to keep on victimizing innocents... or idiots, as the case might be.

Bobsurplus is done, but not Robert. He will come back as Keanu2 or whatever and continue doing the exact same thing. Until one of the cowards -it will have to be a new one-, becomes the real ronin, the enforcer that jumps from the cowardly protection of the dark to the real world and hangs Robert by the ball one morning, potentially in Barbados. Or Thailand. Or Cabo. Same will be the fate of The Salamander/Gekko. Or, maybe, if they keep on playing their cards right, neither the FBI nor impending regulation, will affect them and will die a "peaceful" death like Michael Corleone or even Vito. Most likely though, Robert will continue being what he has always been and will ever be: a travelling salesman, rather pathetic and with extreme limitations and flaws that will end his life way earlier than would otherwise been natural and with Ryan being shot on any corner, at dusk, probably by mistake.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: dannyspk on December 21, 2014, 06:17:49 PM
Oh boy. Although I can't verify the accuracy of the said tale, but damn the OP has solid storytelling skills. It kept me hooked till the end.



Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: djm34 on December 21, 2014, 06:18:02 PM
edit: wondering as well "what christianity did to the roman empire" (and how that compare to what Mandela did to apartheid)...


Christianity transformed the Roman Empire into itself, from within.

Mandela transformed South Africa into a nation in his own image - one founded upon a narrative of humility, forgiveness, and celebration of diversity.

Incidentally, Ghandi's nonviolent protest did the same basic thing: it transformed the colonials into individuals who could do nothing but respect their victims as human beings, and in so doing see them as like each other.

Add to this the great archetype of self-sacrificial love: Jesus.

The process in each case is the same:
- treat your enemies in a self-sacrificial way
- don't oppose your enemies; don't fight them; don't hate them; give them respect and sacrifice yourself for this
- at some point the enemies start to adopt the same stance toward you that you take toward them
- henceforth, they can no longer be your enemies; you've transformed them - at your own expense
- the revolution is thus complete; the narrative concluded, leaving no fallen mighty ones to rise up again and wreak revenge.



Nice essays. But not even par with the course with The Sound and the Fury's "story" which leaves obvious clues as to who The Salamander is and who the narrator may be. As the only main character not called by his real name, it is blatantly obvious, it is Ryan Wrights. The fixer. Is he the narrator too? That's for you, the reader, to decide. Does it matter? Not really. The piece is priceless as literature
:o  ;D  3 pages with a rushed ending... When was the last time you saw a real book ?  ;D


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: benthach on December 21, 2014, 06:48:26 PM
Oh boy. Although I can't verify the accuracy of the said tale, but damn the OP has solid storytelling skills. It kept me hooked till the end.



yes, the op got played in the ass so he/she could have the story to tell everyone. this is the reason he didn't use his main stupid dumb fuck username  ;D you ask why i know? because his juicy inside out detail about the chats.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: barabbas on December 21, 2014, 07:38:30 PM
edit: wondering as well "what christianity did to the roman empire" (and how that compare to what Mandela did to apartheid)...


Christianity transformed the Roman Empire into itself, from within.

Mandela transformed South Africa into a nation in his own image - one founded upon a narrative of humility, forgiveness, and celebration of diversity.

Incidentally, Ghandi's nonviolent protest did the same basic thing: it transformed the colonials into individuals who could do nothing but respect their victims as human beings, and in so doing see them as like each other.

Add to this the great archetype of self-sacrificial love: Jesus.

The process in each case is the same:
- treat your enemies in a self-sacrificial way
- don't oppose your enemies; don't fight them; don't hate them; give them respect and sacrifice yourself for this
- at some point the enemies start to adopt the same stance toward you that you take toward them
- henceforth, they can no longer be your enemies; you've transformed them - at your own expense
- the revolution is thus complete; the narrative concluded, leaving no fallen mighty ones to rise up again and wreak revenge.



Nice essays. But not even par with the course with The Sound and the Fury's "story" which leaves obvious clues as to who The Salamander is and who the narrator may be. As the only main character not called by his real name, it is blatantly obvious, it is Ryan Wrights. The fixer. Is he the narrator too? That's for you, the reader, to decide. Does it matter? Not really. The piece is priceless as literature
:o  ;D  3 pages with a rushed ending... When was the last time you saw a real book ?  ;D


By "real book" you probably mean Jackie Collins... in which case a very long time ago. Appropriately enough one of my most recent has been a (third) read of "Chronicle of a Death Foretold".... but you wouldn't know the difference between that and the behind the scenes story of the Kardashians.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: The Sound And Fury on December 21, 2014, 08:15:26 PM
Gentle readers.

Greetings from the darkness.

It was not my intention to speak again. When the words the end are spoken, one must have good reasons indeed to speak again.

So many fine words written from all of you. So many kind words. Thank you.

Regarding the recent discussions of greek vs christian mythology:

In, our tale, there was no redemption. The Salamander escapes, yes, but it is quite doubtful to me that he returns redeemed.

My guess is that the greek paradigm what is past is prologue will carry the day over any optimistic, christian redemptive  attempts at rescuing the Salamander - or ourselves, for that matter.

My guess is, the Salamander will return, and it will be same shit. Different day.

To my gentle readers who murmured, the end seems somewhat hasty  i can only concur. You are right.

I grew physically ill from the tale. Its telling, its complete lack of any moral redemption.  

My less than gentle readers attempted to hurl this very amorality back upon me.You said, yes, a fine piece of writing, but you are just glorifying thieves.

My question to them remains unanswered: why are BitSwift and BitBay still trading at the same level? Why are those devs still fully in control, supported by their communities?

I cannot give you a better moral world than you are yourselves creating, in this, your only waking moment. Don't expect thieves to -  out of nowhere  - bring morality to your amoral picnic.

Some of you are convinced that i am the Salamander. I am not. A second read of the story will surely clear that up for you.

As for Bob, the story is perhaps not over. After all, unpaid soldiers become ronin. And ronin do not simply disappear.





Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: barabbas on December 21, 2014, 09:50:02 PM
Gentle readers.

Greetings from the darkness.

It was not my intention to speak again. When the words the end are spoken, one must have good reasons indeed to speak again.

So many fine words written from all of you. So many kind words. Thank you.

Regarding the recent discussions of greek vs christian mythology:

In, our tale, there was no redemption. The Salamander escapes, yes, but it is quite doubtful to me that he returns redeemed.

My guess is that the greek paradigm what is past is prologue will carry the day over any optimistic, christian redemptive  attempts at rescuing the Salamander - or ourselves, for that matter.

My guess is, the Salamander will return, and it will be same shit. Different day.

To my gentle readers who murmured, the end seems somewhat hasty  i can only concur. You are right.

I grew physically ill from the tale. Its telling, its complete lack of any moral redemption.  

My less than gentle readers attempted to hurl this very amorality back upon me.You said, yes, a fine piece of writing, but you are just glorifying thieves.

My question to them remains unanswered: why are BitSwift and BitBay still trading at the same level? Why are those devs still fully in control, supported by their communities?

I cannot give you a better moral world than you are yourselves creating, in this, your only waking moment. Don't expect thieves to -  out of nowhere  - bring morality to your amoral picnic.

Some of you are convinced that i am the Salamander. I am not. A second read of the story will surely clear that up for you.

As for Bob, the story is perhaps not over. After all, unpaid soldiers become ronin. And ronin do not simply disappear.





If it isn't Ryan himself, then it is someone really close to him... maybe even "Holly, from Taiwan", a somewhat key piece in this simple puzzle and, definitely, the key to the undoing of both Robert and Ryan. Don't lose her trail because, for sure, this isn't the last we have or will hear of her.

As for TheSound and the Fury, your tale is wonderfully framed and written, precisely because there's no redemption. There can't be any. This is Ripley (from Plein Soleil, not from Alien) and Brutus, make no mistake about it, not Jordan Belfort. Belfort had balls. He refused to be sheep and assumed the risk that went with it, much like Vito Corleone. Here, just a bunch of cowards plotting in the dark on unruled (yet) territory, assuming no risk whatsoever. There are no "soldiers" here. Not even mercenaries, just a bunch of despicable, cowardly plotters. Lets forget distracting euphemisms. If there's any redeeming quality here, it belongs solely to Robert, Bob, Bobby. Everyone knows who he is. When law enforcement comes calling, guess who's gonna have a rather buffed cell companion for quite a few years? Maybe Ryan will fall also. Zimbeck the Turd? No way. He will weasel his way out of this by staying somewhere in Asia or even Europe, the Halo and BC and BAY a distant nightmare and still trying to con his way out and not working for a living, but I doubt in jail where he belongs.

The cowardly plotters will.... plot, of course. Always in the dark. Always behind a flickering screen. Spraying lies as abject as they can concoct -or as they are told- hoping for the wages of sin and, on a much more secondary level, some pathetic cyber-revenge. Maybe charging a few Walmart items on Bob's credit card.

Some ronin.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: synechist on December 21, 2014, 10:05:58 PM
Regarding the recent discussions of greek vs christian mythology:

In, our tale, there was no redemption. The Salamander escapes, yes, but it is quite doubtful to me that he returns redeemed.

My guess is that the greek paradigm what is past is prologue will carry the day over any optimistic, christian redemptive  attempts at rescuing the Salamander - or ourselves, for that matter.

My guess is, the Salamander will return, and it will be same shit. Different day.

Yes I agree. I don't think that the Salamander will return redeemed. That is not within the curve of the narrative.

Also, if he were to be redeemed, he would first have to return for vengeance, only to find himself transformed - perhaps despite himself - into the other.

But I don't think that people get redeemed when someone decides to embark on a mission to redeem them. It is too difficult to contrive circumstances appropriate to the task. The protagonist has to set himself against the martyr. The martyr is not the sort of character to deceptively make himself the enemy of the protagonist, since premeditated deception is never in keeping with love. So it has to happen organically. And it probably won't.

The narrative of Christendom isn't specifically one of redemption though (that's something the Hollywood pop-pysch peddling scriptwriters got wrong). It's a narrative of death and resurrection. That's what real protagonists go through - at least metaphorically, and out of love - in narratives with any real lasting power.

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I cannot give you a better moral world than you are yourselves creating, in this, your only waking moment. Don't expect thieves to -  out of nowhere  - bring morality to your amoral picnic.

You are very right about this. We are, as in many cases, at the part of the narrative where a messiah is awaited. We have ransacked Bitcointalk, and crypto is a wasteland. Thieves will certainly not bring morality to our "picnic." Until someone is prepared to die for their enemies, there will be nothing new under the sun.




Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Hueristic on December 21, 2014, 11:36:52 PM
How existential this has turned.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: barabbas on December 21, 2014, 11:58:12 PM
We are, as in many cases, at the part of the narrative where a messiah is awaited.

I believe the messiah has been around for a while now. It's James Lee, Jdl777.

And he can afford to play straight and not die at all.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: EvilDave on December 22, 2014, 12:55:18 AM
+10, B.

Though I don't think J is actually the Messiah, probably just a very naughty boy:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=af9EHtQMMc4


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: heartastack on December 22, 2014, 01:01:22 AM
That's crazy. I've made no friends on here or chatted to anyone about any coins. I made shitloads of money on these coins not realising all that was going on in the background lol. Too easy to predict the action based on simple forum psychology.

You guys should remember that there are real players in this game too. Your story fails to account for everyone not in the treehouse club.

Awesome write nevertheless! Want to read more!


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Sythyn on December 22, 2014, 01:05:45 AM
If anyone has more stories like this http://thecryptonewsnetwork.com/ has just launched with anonymous chat and anonymous posting. If people would like to write this way for the altcoin community please contact me on chat on the site.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Hueristic on December 22, 2014, 01:13:53 AM
If anyone has more stories like this http://thecryptonewsnetwork.com/ has just launched with anonymous chat and anonymous posting. If people would like to write this way for the altcoin community please contact me on chat on the site.
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Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: sigwo on December 22, 2014, 11:16:51 AM
I will buy a crypto story book to read to my kids. Super heroes (if there are any) and villains.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: adam1230 on December 22, 2014, 12:50:36 PM
This story is THE reason I chose to go with NOBL.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Normandoyle on December 22, 2014, 02:24:27 PM
Bob Surplus will be in the history books.

Once the US passes a law to prosecute all past scammers, we'll see some justice.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: TinEye on December 22, 2014, 04:39:52 PM
I doubt any one of them cares about redemption, they have made their profit.

Fantastic piece, a must read for any newbie entering the world of alt currencies.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: dwma on December 22, 2014, 05:10:24 PM

Very interesting story.  Not many  posts that long worth reading but this one is.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: djm34 on December 22, 2014, 05:41:28 PM
I doubt any one of them cares about redemption, they have made their profit.

Fantastic piece, a must read for any newbie entering the world of alt currencies.
well, if some noobie wants the executive summary, here it is:
Don't trade with scammers,
Don't join p&d group, you will likely be scammed by your "leader" who will ask you to pump, while he dumps
(that what happen in every p&d group as "foot soldiers" are the main buy support  ;D)
Don't buy IPO coin, they are manipulated by p&d group


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: youngmike on December 22, 2014, 09:13:11 PM
https://ip.bitcointalk.org/?u=http%3A%2F%2Fi57.tinypic.com%2F2ps3qeo.png%26t%3D547%26c%3DRZIiy43CzFaqkg&t=547&c=fZP2woc8ePyaCA


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Vlad2Vlad on December 22, 2014, 10:32:58 PM
This story is THE reason I chose to go with NOBL.

Why?  Is NOBL a BOB coin.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Hueristic on December 22, 2014, 10:33:57 PM
This story is THE reason I chose to go with NOBL.

Why?  Is NOBL a BOB coin.

It's not and we'd like to keep it that way.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Vlad2Vlad on December 22, 2014, 10:51:27 PM
This story is THE reason I chose to go with NOBL.

Why?  Is NOBL a BOB coin.

It's not and we'd like to keep it that way.

99.9% of the alts out there are not and will never be a BOB coin so I guess that makes ShitCoin and NUGGETS a Super Strong Buy.  haha!


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: coinits on December 22, 2014, 11:06:18 PM
Next story should be about the XC/Blocknet scam  :D

No. It should be about PFC: 842.27 BTC today on CEX. This is a mega pump on an epic scale.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Hueristic on December 22, 2014, 11:11:06 PM
Next story should be about the XC/Blocknet scam  :D

No. It should be about PFC: 842.27 BTC today on CEX. This is a mega pump on an epic scale.

Damn was hoping that link was to a vid of a peeper videoing a chick undressing when a monster jumps in front of screen. I can't find it anymore.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: EvilDave on December 22, 2014, 11:51:08 PM
Next story should be about the XC/Blocknet scam  :D

No. It should be about PFC: 842.27 BTC today on CEX. This is a mega pump on an epic scale.

Damn was hoping that link was to a vid of a peeper videoing a chick undressing when a monster jumps in front of screen. I can't find it anymore.

Nah...just some insane pump action that didn't seem to work all that well:
http://coinmarketcap.com/currencies/profitcoin/
The numbers claim that PFC traded almost three times it's full market cap in the last 24.
Yeah, seems legit.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Hueristic on December 22, 2014, 11:53:43 PM
Next story should be about the XC/Blocknet scam  :D

No. It should be about PFC: 842.27 BTC today on CEX. This is a mega pump on an epic scale.

Damn was hoping that link was to a vid of a peeper videoing a chick undressing when a monster jumps in front of screen. I can't find it anymore.

Nah...just some insane pump action that didn't seem to work all that well:
http://coinmarketcap.com/currencies/profitcoin/
The numbers claim that PFC traded almost three times it's full market cap in the last 24.
Yeah, seems legit.

I would have never guessed there would be manipulation on a coin named Profit! LMAO


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Sir Alpha_goy on December 23, 2014, 01:01:06 AM
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Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: adam1230 on December 23, 2014, 02:05:36 PM
This story is THE reason I chose to go with NOBL.

Why?  Is NOBL a BOB coin.

It's not and we'd like to keep it that way.

99.9% of the alts out there are not and will never be a BOB coin so I guess that makes ShitCoin and NUGGETS a Super Strong Buy.  haha!

If you are implying that 99.9% of altcoins are ALL non-scam coins then you are delusional and should not make any future financial investments before having your head examined.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Stealthcoin on December 23, 2014, 02:14:21 PM
Maybe he is not only "implying " but marketing scam altcoins for the last investors so they can scam them as well ?


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: BitSwift on December 23, 2014, 11:17:59 PM
Scams don't deliver.

Bitswift does.


Version 2 has arrived.  PLEASE UPDATE NOW!

Most of the new features will unlock 10 minutes after the Ball Drops in Times Square (New Years) EST.

New fee structure goes live Jan 11th / midnight.

https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8rWObF4xz1YYlpPRzJXZVJJY2M/view?usp=sharing
^ windows

https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8rWObF4xz1YWHlSM2ZuQVh1aEU/view?usp=sharing
^ os x

Swift backed by Cloud GB will be enabled shortly after Jan 11th.

New site www.bitswift.io

If you are not already on our slack - you should be - the new information is always updated there first.
https://theblocknet.slack.com/messages/bitswift/


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: chesthing on December 24, 2014, 01:52:55 AM
Scams don't deliver.

Bitswift does.


Version 2 has arrived.  PLEASE UPDATE NOW!

Most of the new features will unlock 10 minutes after the Ball Drops in Times Square (New Years) EST.

New fee structure goes live Jan 11th / midnight.

https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8rWObF4xz1YYlpPRzJXZVJJY2M/view?usp=sharing
^ windows

https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8rWObF4xz1YWHlSM2ZuQVh1aEU/view?usp=sharing
^ os x

Swift backed by Cloud GB will be enabled shortly after Jan 11th.

New site www.bitswift.io

If you are not already on our slack - you should be - the new information is always updated there first.
https://theblocknet.slack.com/messages/bitswift/


The gist of this thread is Bitswift was created by scammers, if that's true (which I believe is most likely) who the fuck are you?


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: coinits on December 24, 2014, 02:39:30 AM
Scams don't deliver.

Bitswift does.


Version 2 has arrived.  PLEASE UPDATE NOW!

Most of the new features will unlock 10 minutes after the Ball Drops in Times Square (New Years) EST.

New fee structure goes live Jan 11th / midnight.

https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8rWObF4xz1YYlpPRzJXZVJJY2M/view?usp=sharing
^ windows

https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8rWObF4xz1YWHlSM2ZuQVh1aEU/view?usp=sharing
^ os x

Swift backed by Cloud GB will be enabled shortly after Jan 11th.

New site www.bitswift.io

If you are not already on our slack - you should be - the new information is always updated there first.
https://theblocknet.slack.com/messages/bitswift/


The gist of this thread is Bitswift was created by scammers, if that's true (which I believe is most likely) who the fuck are you?

If it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck, it must me Side Show Bob


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: BitSwift on December 24, 2014, 02:47:02 AM
Scams don't deliver.

Bitswift does.


Version 2 has arrived.  PLEASE UPDATE NOW!

Most of the new features will unlock 10 minutes after the Ball Drops in Times Square (New Years) EST.

New fee structure goes live Jan 11th / midnight.

https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8rWObF4xz1YYlpPRzJXZVJJY2M/view?usp=sharing
^ windows

https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8rWObF4xz1YWHlSM2ZuQVh1aEU/view?usp=sharing
^ os x

Swift backed by Cloud GB will be enabled shortly after Jan 11th.

New site www.bitswift.io

If you are not already on our slack - you should be - the new information is always updated there first.
https://theblocknet.slack.com/messages/bitswift/


The gist of this thread is Bitswift was created by scammers, if that's true (which I believe is most likely) who the fuck are you?

I am Paul.  The story here does not go into how Bitswift to me was never considered or ever thought of as a scam.  The story does not cover the part where I realized that to Bob, Bitswift was only going to be a scam.  The story does not cover the part where I used every last bitcoin I owned to save BitSwift from Bob.  The story does not cover the part where Bob ordered his whole group to dump swift into oblivion and where I used every last bitcoin I owned to save it - to keep BitSwift above ICO price  - and to save any investors involved.

I sacrificed myself for BitSwift - now BitSwift finances itself through its own currency.

Other than those minor details - the story was pretty good.

Swift Exists, funny how SwiftExist the first service the BitSwift network offers to its users ;)  

I blame synchronicity.

-BitSwift


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: zing96 on December 24, 2014, 03:07:19 AM
Paul (aka BitSwift) speaks the truth.  Can confirm.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: coinits on December 24, 2014, 03:11:00 AM
Paul (aka BitSwift) speaks the truth.  Can confirm.

I would love to hear the juicy details of this and how it played out behind the scenes.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: BitSwift on December 24, 2014, 03:15:27 AM
Paul (aka BitSwift) speaks the truth.  Can confirm.

I would love to hear the juicy details of this and how it played out behind the scenes.

The truth and details are forever locked in the bittrex charts and in my trade history.

If you want another chapter written about this, about the specific details surrounding Bitswifts revival and survival... perhaps if I get time, I will write something like our friend Ishmael did.

For now though I am focused on Bitswift version 2.

Check us out www.bitswift.io

We are not going anywhere, if we were, we would be gone by now.

-BitSwift


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: zing96 on December 24, 2014, 03:17:23 AM
Paul (aka BitSwift) speaks the truth.  Can confirm.

I would love to hear the juicy details of this and how it played out behind the scenes.

Well...I'm not much for juicy details and drama.  But it played out just like Paul said.

Paul never thought BitSwift was just to be played by Bob.  Bob, of course, had no plans other than to pump it, make money, and leave it.  Paul didn't like that, so when a lot of the group dumped, it was into Paul's very large buy wall at 8000 sats because he wanted the coin to go on and do good things.  He still works incredibly hard on BitSwift.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: chesthing on December 24, 2014, 04:34:23 AM
"Paul exploded into the group. He did not seem to sleep; he had massive stacks of BTC and deployed them ruthlessly. Over the next 48 hrs he singlehandedly transformed both the group’s energy and the charts of Librex. The foot soldiers were drawn to him and followed his lead, jumping at the chance to eat whatever smaller walls their stacks would allow. Paul’s attitude was ruthless and manic. If  some smaller group tried to dump into his support and stop his advance he would sight up the charts, find their five or ten btc encampment and attack it, saying fuck you man, you’re my bitch now. And Bob’s foot soldiers – now Paul’s foot soldiers - would pour through the breach after him, mopping up what was left from Paul’s assault. Within days Librex was comfortably in double digits, with Paul holding the fort seemingly without sleep."

Sounds like you let your passion and ego get the better of you with this Bitswift shit tbh.
This story reads like Bob is a genius surrounded by morons. A mid level pimp? I think he's a lot more than that.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: couer22 on December 24, 2014, 04:42:23 AM
You missed the bit about the Sistine Chapel.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: KronenbergsSister on December 24, 2014, 04:46:25 AM
yea that and the whole christian redemption thing.

he is playing you guys like a deck of cards.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: chesthing on December 24, 2014, 04:59:49 AM
yea that and the whole christian redemption thing.

he is playing you guys like a deck of cards.

Right? you'd think after Librex these guys would know the score. Fool me once..............


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: BitSwift on December 24, 2014, 05:27:23 AM
All I can say is I have delivered on everything that I said would be delivered.  To all the investors who invested based on the promises made - they got the product they invested in.


Download the wallet and see for yourself.


I will leave this place now.  I have better things to focus on.


-BitSwift


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: djm34 on December 24, 2014, 12:41:27 PM
yea that and the whole christian redemption thing.

he is playing you guys like a deck of cards.

Right? you'd think after Librex these guys would know the score. Fool me once..............
.... Fool me once again....
.... and once more...
.... again ....
.... and again ....
..... Fool me once more ....
..... and again ....
... and I will go to another p&d group  ;D


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: TinEye on December 24, 2014, 01:33:35 PM
The hero in our story should now be called Bob Deficit ;D


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Hueristic on December 24, 2014, 07:42:11 PM
Scams don't deliver.

Bitswift does.


Version 2 has arrived.  PLEASE UPDATE NOW!

Most of the new features will unlock 10 minutes after the Ball Drops in Times Square (New Years) EST.

New fee structure goes live Jan 11th / midnight.

https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8rWObF4xz1YYlpPRzJXZVJJY2M/view?usp=sharing
^ windows

https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8rWObF4xz1YWHlSM2ZuQVh1aEU/view?usp=sharing
^ os x

Swift backed by Cloud GB will be enabled shortly after Jan 11th.

New site www.bitswift.io

If you are not already on our slack - you should be - the new information is always updated there first.
https://theblocknet.slack.com/messages/bitswift/


The gist of this thread is Bitswift was created by scammers, if that's true (which I believe is most likely) who the fuck are you?

Not endorsing but just pointing out that XMR was built on a scam coin.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: jabo38 on December 26, 2014, 09:40:55 AM

Very fun read.  Very sad story about the state of crypto.

I think in 10 years this could be a classic story and turned into a movie. hahaha



Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: TinEye on December 26, 2014, 01:45:47 PM

Very fun read.  Very sad story about the state of crypto.

I think in 10 years this could be a classic story and turned into a movie. hahaha



A movie shot primarily in a fat geek's basement is not going to do well.

This piece should be quoted anytime blind followers start spouting garbage to claim how awesome their coin is.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Hueristic on December 27, 2014, 02:40:05 AM
https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=857457.msg9944910#msg9944910


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: EmilioMann on December 27, 2014, 03:03:32 AM
Once upon a time there was a guy named Bob ...


...

The End.

https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HLkO1AI1s30/VI4D5F6NWGI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/G6WK_rhAnHc/w426-h320/chorando.gif




Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Hueristic on December 27, 2014, 03:12:45 AM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U5hjf4i3DY0


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: rugrats on December 27, 2014, 08:02:27 AM


The OP is impressive, @The Sound and Fury, especially the first half. You should take a deep and deserved bow for that.
I'll even close one eye at the excessive intermezzos and purple proses.
However, you seem to be missing several pertinent points concerning Greek tragedies - pride at the Gods, catharsis, and ultimately (most importantly), the nobility of the redeemed but still tragic hero.

That Bob Surplus is the tragic hero of your tale is clear; that your eyes see favor with several of his lieutenants (of which you appear to be one) is perhaps a reminder of the esteem received by Idomeneus, Nestor and Palamedes during the brutal Trojan War while serving the psychopathic Spartan king Menelaus.

But Bob Surplus, his lieutenants and the foot soldiers - or rather ronins - are not tragic, misunderstood heroes. The lot of you, starry-eyed brothers-in-arms,  are not even mercenaries. You are thieves, sophisticated ones no doubt, but still no different from your street brethren. The BTCs all of you made were on the back of lies and deception. You guys, to put it very frankly, are part of the disease that is destroying crypto. Every single one of you.

Forgive me for being so blunt, but this entire piece seems to be an elaborate PR spin to absolve Bob Surplus et al over the BitSwift debacle. An excuse to permit Bob Surplus to reappear without being hounded for compensation by his ronins. Snigger. There is no honor among thieves, despite protestations to the contrary and cries of omerta!. And the only Renaissance metaphor that comes to mind here is Machiavellian in nature, in its most corrupted and depraved form.

Speaking of noble ronins, I'm quite sure that none of the ronins of Kamakura shogunate paid a one-time registration fee of 1BTC to be part of a gang of fraudsters. So instead of ronin, may I suggest a more appropriate term - greedy, immoral schmucks.

In my experience, losers tend to have more character than honest winners. Dishonest and unscrupulous winners, on the other hand, have no character at all. In fact, some of them are sociopaths. Based on your descriptions alone, I'd say it's fairly certain Bob Surplus is a sociopath (http://www.sociopathicstyle.com/psychopathic-traits).

I apologize again for being so harsh, but this needed to be said. Before I leave, I have two questions:

(i) Cambodia: I find the entire account to be hilarious. Did no one conduct preliminary groundwork before setting up shop there? Are the whole Surplus and BitSwift crews completely and utterly detached from the real world? And even after the fact, did no one think of hiring headhunters?  Considering the presence of several dozens universities there (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_universities_in_Cambodia), I find it impossible to believe the entire country had no programmers for hire. If a salary of $80 (http://www.ilo.org/global/about-the-ilo/newsroom/features/WCMS_185074/lang--en/index.htm) is enough to support six family members AND pay for college expenses, I can't imagine salary being an issue

(ii) What role did Lin/BTER have/played on the whole saga? After the NXT robbery a few months ago, I've always had a few nagging questions about him.

In the spirit of the season, I'll leave you with a beautiful rendition of Ave Maria (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZABVkrKAPdo) as salve to soothe your open wounds. But fear not, your affection of Bob would've surely caught his eyes, and you will be part of his next caper. After all, as you've pointed out, SSDD. Happy Holidays!


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: kleineaap on December 27, 2014, 08:26:02 AM
The BTCs all of you made were on the back of lies and deception. You guys, to put it very frankly, are part of the disease that is destroying crypto. Every single one of you.

Good to see that somebody knows their shit.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: captainobvoius on December 27, 2014, 03:30:08 PM


The OP is impressive, @The Sound and Fury, especially the first half. You should take a deep and deserved bow for that.
I'll even close one eye at the excessive intermezzos and purple proses.
However, you seem to be missing several pertinent points concerning Greek tragedies - pride at the Gods, catharsis, and ultimately (most importantly), the nobility of the redeemed but still tragic hero.

That Bob Surplus is the tragic hero of your tale is clear; that your eyes see favor with several of his lieutenants (of which you appear to be one) is perhaps a reminder of the esteem received by Idomeneus, Nestor and Palamedes during the brutal Trojan War while serving the psychopathic Spartan king Menelaus.

But Bob Surplus, his lieutenants and the foot soldiers - or rather ronins - are not tragic, misunderstood heroes. The lot of you, starry-eyed brothers-in-arms,  are not even mercenaries. You are thieves, sophisticated ones no doubt, but still no different from your street brethren. The BTCs all of you made were on the back of lies and deception. You guys, to put it very frankly, are part of the disease that is destroying crypto. Every single one of you.

Forgive me for being so blunt, but this entire piece seems to be an elaborate PR spin to absolve Bob Surplus et al over the BitSwift debacle. An excuse to permit Bob Surplus to reappear without being hounded for compensation by his ronins. Snigger. There is no honor among thieves, despite protestations to the contrary and cries of omerta!. And the only Renaissance metaphor that comes to mind here is Machiavellian in nature, in its most corrupted and depraved form.

Speaking of noble ronins, I'm quite sure that none of the ronins of Kamakura shogunate paid a one-time registration fee of 1BTC to be part of a gang of fraudsters. So instead of ronin, may I suggest a more appropriate term - greedy, immoral schmucks.

In my experience, losers tend to have more character than honest winners. Dishonest and unscrupulous winners, on the other hand, have no character at all. In fact, some of them are sociopaths. Based on your descriptions alone, I'd say it's fairly certain Bob Surplus is a sociopath (http://www.sociopathicstyle.com/psychopathic-traits).

I apologize again for being so harsh, but this needed to be said. Before I leave, I have two questions:

(i) Cambodia: I find the entire account to be hilarious. Did no one conduct preliminary groundwork before setting up shop there? Are the whole Surplus and BitSwift crews completely and utterly detached from the real world? And even after the fact, did no one think of hiring headhunters?  Considering the presence of several dozens universities there (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_universities_in_Cambodia), I find it impossible to believe the entire country had no programmers for hire. If a salary of $80 (http://www.ilo.org/global/about-the-ilo/newsroom/features/WCMS_185074/lang--en/index.htm) is enough to support six family members AND pay for college expenses, I can't imagine salary being an issue

(ii) What role did Lin/BTER have/played on the whole saga? After the NXT robbery a few months ago, I've always had a few nagging questions about him.

In the spirit of the season, I'll leave you with a beautiful rendition of Ave Maria (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZABVkrKAPdo) as salve to soothe your open wounds. But fear not, your affection of Bob would've surely caught his eyes, and you will be part of his next caper. After all, as you've pointed out, SSDD. Happy Holidays!

The dev they hired, David was in Cambodia before the project started I saw on Blackcoins reddit. He tried a couple devs and explained that Cambodia did not have good developers. He was skeptical of the project going in. Recently saw him post too that the part in this story about him not getting a wallet on time wasn't true and just FUD(we said there was a changelog). He said he made a lot of changes and I compared the Bitbay UI to the Halo UI and they are completely different.

And from reading chat logs it looks like Bob got 500 Bitcoins back from the ICO that his team put in. If thats true then he just stole 200,000 dollars since he isn't even on the project anymore. I'm guessing his friend Gekko walked away with some too.

If anything your post is correct. And on the threads it was stated that Bob has like 100s of fake accounts so it makes sense there would be people here "praising" his theft. I feel bad for Paul too. No wonder he came by to defend the project. So many people get scammed by Bob and then he tries to lie using fake profiles.

I think Lin is just as guilty because the other chat log said Lin gave Bob phantom Bitcoins. SO I guess somebody would have to write a fairy tale about his theft for anyone to believe it. If I could write like this guy I think I could make Hitler sound like a hero... lmao  ;D


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: elenorrigby on December 27, 2014, 08:33:39 PM


The OP is impressive, @The Sound and Fury, especially the first half. You should take a deep and deserved bow for that.
I'll even close one eye at the excessive intermezzos and purple proses.
However, you seem to be missing several pertinent points concerning Greek tragedies - pride at the Gods, catharsis, and ultimately (most importantly), the nobility of the redeemed but still tragic hero.

That Bob Surplus is the tragic hero of your tale is clear; that your eyes see favor with several of his lieutenants (of which you appear to be one) is perhaps a reminder of the esteem received by Idomeneus, Nestor and Palamedes during the brutal Trojan War while serving the psychopathic Spartan king Menelaus.

But Bob Surplus, his lieutenants and the foot soldiers - or rather ronins - are not tragic, misunderstood heroes. The lot of you, starry-eyed brothers-in-arms,  are not even mercenaries. You are thieves, sophisticated ones no doubt, but still no different from your street brethren. The BTCs all of you made were on the back of lies and deception. You guys, to put it very frankly, are part of the disease that is destroying crypto. Every single one of you.

Forgive me for being so blunt, but this entire piece seems to be an elaborate PR spin to absolve Bob Surplus et al over the BitSwift debacle. An excuse to permit Bob Surplus to reappear without being hounded for compensation by his ronins. Snigger. There is no honor among thieves, despite protestations to the contrary and cries of omerta!. And the only Renaissance metaphor that comes to mind here is Machiavellian in nature, in its most corrupted and depraved form.

Speaking of noble ronins, I'm quite sure that none of the ronins of Kamakura shogunate paid a one-time registration fee of 1BTC to be part of a gang of fraudsters. So instead of ronin, may I suggest a more appropriate term - greedy, immoral schmucks.

In my experience, losers tend to have more character than honest winners. Dishonest and unscrupulous winners, on the other hand, have no character at all. In fact, some of them are sociopaths. Based on your descriptions alone, I'd say it's fairly certain Bob Surplus is a sociopath (http://www.sociopathicstyle.com/psychopathic-traits).

I apologize again for being so harsh, but this needed to be said. Before I leave, I have two questions:

(i) Cambodia: I find the entire account to be hilarious. Did no one conduct preliminary groundwork before setting up shop there? Are the whole Surplus and BitSwift crews completely and utterly detached from the real world? And even after the fact, did no one think of hiring headhunters?  Considering the presence of several dozens universities there (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_universities_in_Cambodia), I find it impossible to believe the entire country had no programmers for hire. If a salary of $80 (http://www.ilo.org/global/about-the-ilo/newsroom/features/WCMS_185074/lang--en/index.htm) is enough to support six family members AND pay for college expenses, I can't imagine salary being an issue

(ii) What role did Lin/BTER have/played on the whole saga? After the NXT robbery a few months ago, I've always had a few nagging questions about him.

In the spirit of the season, I'll leave you with a beautiful rendition of Ave Maria (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZABVkrKAPdo) as salve to soothe your open wounds. But fear not, your affection of Bob would've surely caught his eyes, and you will be part of his next caper. After all, as you've pointed out, SSDD. Happy Holidays!

The dev they hired, David was in Cambodia before the project started I saw on Blackcoins reddit. He tried a couple devs and explained that Cambodia did not have good developers. He was skeptical of the project going in. Recently saw him post too that the part in this story about him not getting a wallet on time wasn't true and just FUD(we said there was a changelog). He said he made a lot of changes and I compared the Bitbay UI to the Halo UI and they are completely different.

And from reading chat logs it looks like Bob got 500 Bitcoins back from the ICO that his team put in. If thats true then he just stole 200,000 dollars since he isn't even on the project anymore. I'm guessing his friend Gekko walked away with some too.

If anything your post is correct. And on the threads it was stated that Bob has like 100s of fake accounts so it makes sense there would be people here "praising" his theft. I feel bad for Paul too. No wonder he came by to defend the project. So many people get scammed by Bob and then he tries to lie using fake profiles.

I think Lin is just as guilty because the other chat log said Lin gave Bob phantom Bitcoins. SO I guess somebody would have to write a fairy tale about his theft for anyone to believe it. If I could write like this guy I think I could make Hitler sound like a hero... lmao  ;D



Ok So let's get this straight, "Captain Obvious" with a post count of one shows up to throw stones at Bob Surplus for fake accounts etc

An this same "Captain Obvious" says alot of utter horseshit about how the Bay wallet was not delayed.  Each wallet was late by more than a week. The first wallet was back doored in the irc chat and Zimbeck knew it. The second one, with smart contracts he released knowing full well about the exploit -  but what the hey, it was a broken wallet also, smart contracts did not work etc. I spent a couple days trying to get them to work. You?

Who knows. You seem to be pulling facts out of your ass. Because you are here with an agenda of excusing Zimbeck and trashing the other 4 thieves.

Zimbeck was in on this scam from the start. And ever since his house of cards fell apart he has been sending schills like you to  try to control the narrative.

And by the way - don't feel so "bad for Paul". He raked serious BTC for months helping Bob lead a pump group. He participated in fraudulent ICO's.  Then turned around and pretended he had no connection to Bob until he too got busted.


But I forgot. You are here to reframe the narrative. Pol Pot could use some of what you are selling.





Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: dload.1 on December 28, 2014, 03:47:28 AM


The OP is impressive, @The Sound and Fury, especially the first half. You should take a deep and deserved bow for that.
I'll even close one eye at the excessive intermezzos and purple proses.
However, you seem to be missing several pertinent points concerning Greek tragedies - pride at the Gods, catharsis, and ultimately (most importantly), the nobility of the redeemed but still tragic hero.

That Bob Surplus is the tragic hero of your tale is clear; that your eyes see favor with several of his lieutenants (of which you appear to be one) is perhaps a reminder of the esteem received by Idomeneus, Nestor and Palamedes during the brutal Trojan War while serving the psychopathic Spartan king Menelaus.

But Bob Surplus, his lieutenants and the foot soldiers - or rather ronins - are not tragic, misunderstood heroes. The lot of you, starry-eyed brothers-in-arms,  are not even mercenaries. You are thieves, sophisticated ones no doubt, but still no different from your street brethren. The BTCs all of you made were on the back of lies and deception. You guys, to put it very frankly, are part of the disease that is destroying crypto. Every single one of you.

Forgive me for being so blunt, but this entire piece seems to be an elaborate PR spin to absolve Bob Surplus et al over the BitSwift debacle. An excuse to permit Bob Surplus to reappear without being hounded for compensation by his ronins. Snigger. There is no honor among thieves, despite protestations to the contrary and cries of omerta!. And the only Renaissance metaphor that comes to mind here is Machiavellian in nature, in its most corrupted and depraved form.

Speaking of noble ronins, I'm quite sure that none of the ronins of Kamakura shogunate paid a one-time registration fee of 1BTC to be part of a gang of fraudsters. So instead of ronin, may I suggest a more appropriate term - greedy, immoral schmucks.

In my experience, losers tend to have more character than honest winners. Dishonest and unscrupulous winners, on the other hand, have no character at all. In fact, some of them are sociopaths. Based on your descriptions alone, I'd say it's fairly certain Bob Surplus is a sociopath (http://www.sociopathicstyle.com/psychopathic-traits).

I apologize again for being so harsh, but this needed to be said. Before I leave, I have two questions:

(i) Cambodia: I find the entire account to be hilarious. Did no one conduct preliminary groundwork before setting up shop there? Are the whole Surplus and BitSwift crews completely and utterly detached from the real world? And even after the fact, did no one think of hiring headhunters?  Considering the presence of several dozens universities there (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_universities_in_Cambodia), I find it impossible to believe the entire country had no programmers for hire. If a salary of $80 (http://www.ilo.org/global/about-the-ilo/newsroom/features/WCMS_185074/lang--en/index.htm) is enough to support six family members AND pay for college expenses, I can't imagine salary being an issue

(ii) What role did Lin/BTER have/played on the whole saga? After the NXT robbery a few months ago, I've always had a few nagging questions about him.

In the spirit of the season, I'll leave you with a beautiful rendition of Ave Maria (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZABVkrKAPdo) as salve to soothe your open wounds. But fear not, your affection of Bob would've surely caught his eyes, and you will be part of his next caper. After all, as you've pointed out, SSDD. Happy Holidays!
glad to see some other people see this the same way as i do.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: jabo38 on December 28, 2014, 05:43:42 AM


The OP is impressive, @The Sound and Fury, especially the first half. You should take a deep and deserved bow for that.
I'll even close one eye at the excessive intermezzos and purple proses.
However, you seem to be missing several pertinent points concerning Greek tragedies - pride at the Gods, catharsis, and ultimately (most importantly), the nobility of the redeemed but still tragic hero.

That Bob Surplus is the tragic hero of your tale is clear; that your eyes see favor with several of his lieutenants (of which you appear to be one) is perhaps a reminder of the esteem received by Idomeneus, Nestor and Palamedes during the brutal Trojan War while serving the psychopathic Spartan king Menelaus.

But Bob Surplus, his lieutenants and the foot soldiers - or rather ronins - are not tragic, misunderstood heroes. The lot of you, starry-eyed brothers-in-arms,  are not even mercenaries. You are thieves, sophisticated ones no doubt, but still no different from your street brethren. The BTCs all of you made were on the back of lies and deception. You guys, to put it very frankly, are part of the disease that is destroying crypto. Every single one of you.

Forgive me for being so blunt, but this entire piece seems to be an elaborate PR spin to absolve Bob Surplus et al over the BitSwift debacle. An excuse to permit Bob Surplus to reappear without being hounded for compensation by his ronins. Snigger. There is no honor among thieves, despite protestations to the contrary and cries of omerta!. And the only Renaissance metaphor that comes to mind here is Machiavellian in nature, in its most corrupted and depraved form.

Speaking of noble ronins, I'm quite sure that none of the ronins of Kamakura shogunate paid a one-time registration fee of 1BTC to be part of a gang of fraudsters. So instead of ronin, may I suggest a more appropriate term - greedy, immoral schmucks.

In my experience, losers tend to have more character than honest winners. Dishonest and unscrupulous winners, on the other hand, have no character at all. In fact, some of them are sociopaths. Based on your descriptions alone, I'd say it's fairly certain Bob Surplus is a sociopath (http://www.sociopathicstyle.com/psychopathic-traits).

I apologize again for being so harsh, but this needed to be said. Before I leave, I have two questions:

(i) Cambodia: I find the entire account to be hilarious. Did no one conduct preliminary groundwork before setting up shop there? Are the whole Surplus and BitSwift crews completely and utterly detached from the real world? And even after the fact, did no one think of hiring headhunters?  Considering the presence of several dozens universities there (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_universities_in_Cambodia), I find it impossible to believe the entire country had no programmers for hire. If a salary of $80 (http://www.ilo.org/global/about-the-ilo/newsroom/features/WCMS_185074/lang--en/index.htm) is enough to support six family members AND pay for college expenses, I can't imagine salary being an issue

(ii) What role did Lin/BTER have/played on the whole saga? After the NXT robbery a few months ago, I've always had a few nagging questions about him.

In the spirit of the season, I'll leave you with a beautiful rendition of Ave Maria (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZABVkrKAPdo) as salve to soothe your open wounds. But fear not, your affection of Bob would've surely caught his eyes, and you will be part of his next caper. After all, as you've pointed out, SSDD. Happy Holidays!
glad to see some other people see this the same way as i do.

Right, no matter how this story is framed, Bob and the upper ring are all doing really bad things.  The foot soldiers are more or less just guilty of being greedy.  That is an easy trap for somebody to fall into.  But Bob and top level friends know this deep down and purposely make a system designed to trap the foot soilders and then in turn the community; is the managements goal to screw over not only the foot soldiers but the general crypto community.  Bob and top level friends are not just greedy, they are sociopaths only caring about themselves, living in a world where they not only rip people off but laugh and smoke pot and tell penis jokes all the while. It is one big happy game of get rich quick while destroying the finances of others.  

On one side this community has the Satoshi's, the people that want to change the world and have put their work, sweat, and tears into this project.  Then we have businesses that are just looking for a small edge (again being greedy but just a little and it is understandable), we have some people that invest because they are idealist and others that invest for a profit (again a little bit of understandable greed), but most investors are looking to do both.  (It is important to note hear that the businesses and investors greed is not the type of greed that is meant with malice to destroy the lives of others, but more so to protect themselves)

Then there are the Bob and top tier friends that aren't just greedy, they are criminal (not in a legal way but in a social contract way) because they are willing to what amounts to lying on many levels so that they can essentially steal the work from hard working devs, the money from believing investors, all the while not giving a shit about these people calling them "fools, fish, and chumps".  That my friend is the clinical definition of a sociopath; a person only concerned for themselves and not the well-being of others and to that extent are willing to cause harm to others for their own personal gain.  

The author of this story is a pretty nice writer, but needs to take a hard look in the mirror.  

Bob and top level friends need to realize that they aren't smart, what they are is a drain on the system and a general waste to the community.  


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: captainobvoius on December 28, 2014, 06:34:41 AM


The OP is impressive, @The Sound and Fury, especially the first half. You should take a deep and deserved bow for that.
I'll even close one eye at the excessive intermezzos and purple proses.
However, you seem to be missing several pertinent points concerning Greek tragedies - pride at the Gods, catharsis, and ultimately (most importantly), the nobility of the redeemed but still tragic hero.

That Bob Surplus is the tragic hero of your tale is clear; that your eyes see favor with several of his lieutenants (of which you appear to be one) is perhaps a reminder of the esteem received by Idomeneus, Nestor and Palamedes during the brutal Trojan War while serving the psychopathic Spartan king Menelaus.

But Bob Surplus, his lieutenants and the foot soldiers - or rather ronins - are not tragic, misunderstood heroes. The lot of you, starry-eyed brothers-in-arms,  are not even mercenaries. You are thieves, sophisticated ones no doubt, but still no different from your street brethren. The BTCs all of you made were on the back of lies and deception. You guys, to put it very frankly, are part of the disease that is destroying crypto. Every single one of you.

Forgive me for being so blunt, but this entire piece seems to be an elaborate PR spin to absolve Bob Surplus et al over the BitSwift debacle. An excuse to permit Bob Surplus to reappear without being hounded for compensation by his ronins. Snigger. There is no honor among thieves, despite protestations to the contrary and cries of omerta!. And the only Renaissance metaphor that comes to mind here is Machiavellian in nature, in its most corrupted and depraved form.

Speaking of noble ronins, I'm quite sure that none of the ronins of Kamakura shogunate paid a one-time registration fee of 1BTC to be part of a gang of fraudsters. So instead of ronin, may I suggest a more appropriate term - greedy, immoral schmucks.

In my experience, losers tend to have more character than honest winners. Dishonest and unscrupulous winners, on the other hand, have no character at all. In fact, some of them are sociopaths. Based on your descriptions alone, I'd say it's fairly certain Bob Surplus is a sociopath (http://www.sociopathicstyle.com/psychopathic-traits).

I apologize again for being so harsh, but this needed to be said. Before I leave, I have two questions:

(i) Cambodia: I find the entire account to be hilarious. Did no one conduct preliminary groundwork before setting up shop there? Are the whole Surplus and BitSwift crews completely and utterly detached from the real world? And even after the fact, did no one think of hiring headhunters?  Considering the presence of several dozens universities there (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_universities_in_Cambodia), I find it impossible to believe the entire country had no programmers for hire. If a salary of $80 (http://www.ilo.org/global/about-the-ilo/newsroom/features/WCMS_185074/lang--en/index.htm) is enough to support six family members AND pay for college expenses, I can't imagine salary being an issue

(ii) What role did Lin/BTER have/played on the whole saga? After the NXT robbery a few months ago, I've always had a few nagging questions about him.

In the spirit of the season, I'll leave you with a beautiful rendition of Ave Maria (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZABVkrKAPdo) as salve to soothe your open wounds. But fear not, your affection of Bob would've surely caught his eyes, and you will be part of his next caper. After all, as you've pointed out, SSDD. Happy Holidays!

The dev they hired, David was in Cambodia before the project started I saw on Blackcoins reddit. He tried a couple devs and explained that Cambodia did not have good developers. He was skeptical of the project going in. Recently saw him post too that the part in this story about him not getting a wallet on time wasn't true and just FUD(we said there was a changelog). He said he made a lot of changes and I compared the Bitbay UI to the Halo UI and they are completely different.

And from reading chat logs it looks like Bob got 500 Bitcoins back from the ICO that his team put in. If thats true then he just stole 200,000 dollars since he isn't even on the project anymore. I'm guessing his friend Gekko walked away with some too.

If anything your post is correct. And on the threads it was stated that Bob has like 100s of fake accounts so it makes sense there would be people here "praising" his theft. I feel bad for Paul too. No wonder he came by to defend the project. So many people get scammed by Bob and then he tries to lie using fake profiles.

I think Lin is just as guilty because the other chat log said Lin gave Bob phantom Bitcoins. SO I guess somebody would have to write a fairy tale about his theft for anyone to believe it. If I could write like this guy I think I could make Hitler sound like a hero... lmao  ;D



Ok So let's get this straight, "Captain Obvious" with a post count of one shows up to throw stones at Bob Surplus for fake accounts etc

An this same "Captain Obvious" says alot of utter horseshit about how the Bay wallet was not delayed.  Each wallet was late by more than a week. The first wallet was back doored in the irc chat and Zimbeck knew it. The second one, with smart contracts he released knowing full well about the exploit -  but what the hey, it was a broken wallet also, smart contracts did not work etc. I spent a couple days trying to get them to work. You?

Who knows. You seem to be pulling facts out of your ass. Because you are here with an agenda of excusing Zimbeck and trashing the other 4 thieves.

Zimbeck was in on this scam from the start. And ever since his house of cards fell apart he has been sending schills like you to  try to control the narrative.

And by the way - don't feel so "bad for Paul". He raked serious BTC for months helping Bob lead a pump group. He participated in fraudulent ICO's.  Then turned around and pretended he had no connection to Bob until he too got busted.


But I forgot. You are here to reframe the narrative. Pol Pot could use some of what you are selling.





What are you smoking? Smart contracts were working in Blackcoin and Bitcoin for a year you moron. David changed the whole new user interface and its a huge difference from Blackcoins. You sound like an unappreciative twat. And of course I have an agenda, to stand up for the guy! In Blackcoin we saw him work his ass off to learn Python, the guy is clearly masochistic or something but he did a great thing that crazy bastard worked a year for free. I don't blame him for getting excited and taking that Bitbay deal. Its made upset reading this horse shit. I've been a big fan of Zimbecks and followed his work all year on reddit. I can see why he tried to distance himself from you guys since he cleary got tricked and scammed like everyone else. He was stupid to take the deal with the chinaman and we all tried to warn and he was clearly lied to. You expect me to believe the Chinese and Bob were honest with him? lmao now thats funny.

And I tried the Bay wallet and contracts worked for me. His response on bitcointalk was that there was a typo when paying a Bitbay address which got fixed. And the "back door" in the wallet was a hole in his ftp server which got hacked and I can only assume it was you guys. I've done web developement before and I know there are a lot of ways to get into a server. An besides it just looked like a bunch of stupid links that nobody in their right mind would click on. And it looks like that was fixed too.

Also, why shouldn't I feel bad for Paul? His response here was that he used his own BTC to save his coin from Bob selling it. Thats fuckin badass dude. I bet you guys did Paul just as wrong. Then Paul sticks his neck out and you guys start attacking him. Is this your job or something to hang out on Bitcointalk lmao... lol I bet you were the one that wrote this fairytale.  ::)


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: elenorrigby on December 28, 2014, 07:41:07 AM
Ahhhh now your true colors come thru. David Fanboy.

Maybe is you didn't have your head so far up his ass (and Paul's apparently) you might be able to see some daylight and actually work with facts. Like -

- Bay wallet was delivered twice with back doors that zimbeck knew about. He even posted that the expoits were coming via his own ftp and 'he did not know how to stop them"  But in your fanboy world everything is the fault of anyone but david. Even when he himself admits the source of the exploits. Nope, it must all  be a part of the giant conspiracy against your Great Leader.

- Smart contracts were broken. Your first post insisted they were working and the wallets were delivered on time. This is wrong little fanboy. The wallets were both way late. The help files were all broken. Smart contracts did not work. The thread was full of people whose transactions were disappearing, and whose attempts at contracting failed.  He dropped the wallet knowing the chat panel was back doored and wide open. There were a half dozen things wrong with that wallet - but not in fanboy world, right?

- Your Paul is god rah rah is just pathetic. Ask all the people who got burned in the pumps he engineered together with bob on lxc, xst etc. You are on here painting him like a saint? He was neck deep in arranging the fake ICO of Swift for over a month.  Wasn't until he and bob fell out that he suddenly switched moral ships. By your logic, murderers should go free if they just adopt their victim's children.  And let's see, what other project was started simultaneously, while your saintly Paul was leading Bob's group?  Ahhhh yes. Block Net. I wonder what has not seen the light of day there -  an active pump leader in Bobs group being a part of the Block Net start up.....?

- That Librex story in the OP is only half true. Left out the part about Paul dumping on his own crew the 1st 24 hrs to build his own stack for battle. Not much difference between him and Bob really. 'cept paul is clearly more skilled at making his shit smell better. With help from guys like you.  Bob screwed his own crew so bad no one is sticking up for him. That's the only difference i see here.

But in your moral world, guys like Paul, and a guy like Zimbeck who knew for months about the fake ICO and lied to you - the BC community - for weeks between Nov 1 and Nov 27 about everything - his knowledge, his real involvement, how much he had been paid etc etc. in more than 20 seperate posts on your own thread -    -   these guys get a pass, while you want to see Lin and Bob and Steve and Gekko nailed to the cross.

Bit of a selective moral universe you got going.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Splatters on December 28, 2014, 11:26:01 AM
what a great story, I'll tell it to my grandson before he's go to bed!!


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: boomertoo on December 28, 2014, 01:02:45 PM
Great story OP, is there a cult classic flick in the near future 8)


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: captainobvoius on December 28, 2014, 02:20:24 PM
Ahhhh now your true colors come thru. David Fanboy.

Maybe is you didn't have your head so far up his ass (and Paul's apparently) you might be able to see some daylight and actually work with facts. Like -

- Bay wallet was delivered twice with back doors that zimbeck knew about. He even posted that the expoits were coming via his own ftp and 'he did not know how to stop them"  But in your fanboy world everything is the fault of anyone but david. Even when he himself admits the source of the exploits. Nope, it must all  be a part of the giant conspiracy against your Great Leader.

- Smart contracts were broken. Your first post insisted they were working and the wallets were delivered on time. This is wrong little fanboy. The wallets were both way late. The help files were all broken. Smart contracts did not work. The thread was full of people whose transactions were disappearing, and whose attempts at contracting failed.  He dropped the wallet knowing the chat panel was back doored and wide open. There were a half dozen things wrong with that wallet - but not in fanboy world, right?

- Your Paul is god rah rah is just pathetic. Ask all the people who got burned in the pumps he engineered together with bob on lxc, xst etc. You are on here painting him like a saint? He was neck deep in arranging the fake ICO of Swift for over a month.  Wasn't until he and bob fell out that he suddenly switched moral ships. By your logic, murderers should go free if they just adopt their victim's children.  And let's see, what other project was started simultaneously, while your saintly Paul was leading Bob's group?  Ahhhh yes. Block Net. I wonder what has not seen the light of day there -  an active pump leader in Bobs group being a part of the Block Net start up.....?

- That Librex story in the OP is only half true. Left out the part about Paul dumping on his own crew the 1st 24 hrs to build his own stack for battle. Not much difference between him and Bob really. 'cept paul is clearly more skilled at making his shit smell better. With help from guys like you.  Bob screwed his own crew so bad no one is sticking up for him. That's the only difference i see here.

But in your moral world, guys like Paul, and a guy like Zimbeck who knew for months about the fake ICO and lied to you - the BC community - for weeks between Nov 1 and Nov 27 about everything - his knowledge, his real involvement, how much he had been paid etc etc. in more than 20 seperate posts on your own thread -    -   these guys get a pass, while you want to see Lin and Bob and Steve and Gekko nailed to the cross.

Bit of a selective moral universe you got going.

exaggerate much? by your logic any website that is vulnerable to hacking is "back doored" lol brilliant

And dude David didn't know for shit about the "fake ICO" don't lie. The chat log with Steven showed Steve lying to him saying the project wasn't gonna be a pump. And I read Bobs logs and David didn't know about it until the ICO started(look at the date when Bob started talking numbers). Bob was asking him to take on a bigger role but thats about it. Again, David was an idiot for not knowing who Bob was.

And so here is another thing. Ryan and Bob worked on BitSwift too right? Where are they now? They are like leeches or locusts that sucked coins out of Pauls project. Are they still helping Paul?! Hell no! I see you guys attacking Paul. It looks like you guys just sit on your lazy asses behind a keyboard from 100 fake accounts. You guys are literally ruining crypto. Why don't you try being supportive of a project for a change?

It almost leads me to believe that you don't really care about cryptocurrency. You are absoultely shitting on devs and now I don't know how to code. But from my experience in web knowing how hard that is. I can't even imagine how hard it is to code software. You are such a little prick, I bet you can't even code a website and you have the nerve to complain? Not even god can save your dogshit soul.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: elenorrigby on December 28, 2014, 02:37:44 PM
Spare us all the hysteria bud. It's clear you know nothing about the vulnerabilty that was in the wallet. And if you think that wasn't a vulnerability you should probably be having someone else look after your dat files.

As for David not knowing about the fake ICO, he has said himself he knew about the fake BTC at Bter and said nothing. His posts in your thread show him lying for weeks about how much he got, when he got it, and what it was for.

As for your idea that pumpers should have "stayed involved" with SWIFT, get a clue. Pumpers are not long term care givers.That's not how they work. So dry your tears son.

As for coding, you don't know jack shit about my backround, so stop making a silly, whining fool of yourself. And the people who are "ruining crypto" ?

Sad, deluded fools such as yourself who believe blindly in your Great Leader despite overwhelming evidence of fraud and theft.  You make these people possible.





Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: captainobvoius on December 28, 2014, 03:31:13 PM
Spare us all the hysteria bud. It's clear you know nothing about the vulnerabilty that was in the wallet. And if you think that wasn't a vulnerability you should probably be having someone else look after your dat files.

As for David not knowing about the fake ICO, he has said himself he knew about the fake BTC at Bter and said nothing. His posts in your thread show him lying for weeks about how much he got, when he got it, and what it was for.

As for your idea that pumpers should have "stayed involved" with SWIFT, get a clue. Pumpers are not long term care givers.That's not how they work. So dry your tears son.

As for coding, you don't know jack shit about my backround, so stop making a silly, whining fool of yourself. And the people who are "ruining crypto" ?

Sad, deluded fools such as yourself who believe blindly in your Great Leader despite overwhelming evidence of fraud and theft.  You make these people possible.





But the point is, he knew about the fake ICO only while it was funding and not before. And I read the unmoderated thread, he was refusing to discuss details with trolls. But very few people at Blackcoin blame him... there was obviously more at stake than his own reputation. Like literally investors and BTER. What did you expect the guy to stop the project the second after it funded? The results would have been identical. In fact, the community outburst would have probably been worse!  :o

I dont see how David was legally obligated to blow the whistle on BTER. And besides, he did come forward about it later.

Also there isnt any laws regulating cryptocurrency

And so you are saying that "pumpers" should not stay in the coin. OK sure. Except there is one fatal flaw in your logic. Bob and Ryan never pumped BitSwift or BitBay. They did an ICO which was taking coins directly from investors. And considering Bob got 500 BTC from his group, he didn't actually "pump" to get that 500 BTC because it wasn't his money to begin with.

So that is just outright theft. Because that 500 BTC should have gone back into the project since it was funded by legitimate investors.

If it was a "pump" then Bob and Ryan would have had to sacrifice their own BTC. But they clearly did not.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: BitSwift on December 28, 2014, 03:35:34 PM
Hey its pretty east to prove these parasites wrong, just start posting real news like this:

http://cointelegraph.com/news/113186/blockchain-20-arms-race-blocknet-declares-first-shots-fired-between-nodes-on-separate-blockchains

http://www.cryptocurrencybuzz.com/news/blockchain-2-0-arms-race-blocknet-declares-first-shots-fired-between-nodes-on-separate-blockchains/

and also you can post download links like this:

https://github.com/atcsecure/blocknet

and this

https://github.com/BitSwift-v2/bitswift

then to prove them more wrong post some download links like this:

http://bitswift.io/downloads/

and this

http://atcsecure.com/blocknet/blocknet-prototype.v001a.rar


Then they just look like fools and complete oblivious simpletons for constantly claiming my projects are scams.


-the end.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: elenorrigby on December 28, 2014, 03:46:03 PM
Spare us all the hysteria bud. It's clear you know nothing about the vulnerabilty that was in the wallet. And if you think that wasn't a vulnerability you should probably be having someone else look after your dat files.

As for David not knowing about the fake ICO, he has said himself he knew about the fake BTC at Bter and said nothing. His posts in your thread show him lying for weeks about how much he got, when he got it, and what it was for.

As for your idea that pumpers should have "stayed involved" with SWIFT, get a clue. Pumpers are not long term care givers.That's not how they work. So dry your tears son.

As for coding, you don't know jack shit about my backround, so stop making a silly, whining fool of yourself. And the people who are "ruining crypto" ?

Sad, deluded fools such as yourself who believe blindly in your Great Leader despite overwhelming evidence of fraud and theft.  You make these people possible.





But the point is, he knew about the fake ICO only while it was funding and not before. And I read the unmoderated thread, he was refusing to discuss details with trolls. But very few people at Blackcoin blame him... there was obviously more at stake than his own reputation. Like literally investors and BTER. What did you expect the guy to stop the project the second after it funded? The results would have been identical. In fact, the community outburst would have probably been worse!  :o

I dont see how David was legally obligated to blow the whistle on BTER. And besides, he did come forward about it later.

Also there isnt any laws regulating cryptocurrency

And so you are saying that "pumpers" should not stay in the coin. OK sure. Except there is one fatal flaw in your logic. Bob and Ryan never pumped BitSwift or BitBay. They did an ICO which was taking coins directly from investors. And considering Bob got 500 BTC from his group, he didn't actually "pump" to get that 500 BTC because it wasn't his money to begin with.

So that is just outright theft. Because that 500 BTC should have gone back into the project since it was funded by legitimate investors.

If it was a "pump" then Bob and Ryan would have had to sacrifice their own BTC. But they clearly did not.

Bob and Paul most definitely did pump Swift. Look at the charts. The real reason it fell was 1) pump stopped 2) lots of promised tech /  no actual tech.  These two factors =  wiley coyote suddenly way out in the air, nothing below.

As far as 500 "stolen" BTC.  This is a phrase david came up with. Bob was hired to pump Bay for the price of 500 btc.   That's why Bob was there. When it came time to pump, David pulled his drama queen act and refused to lock up his 10% of the supply of Bay. Making pump impossible.

So is that really "stolen BTC"?  David knew damn well Bob was getting that 500 BTC. He could have mentioned that anytime during the previous three weeks of lying to you guys in the BC thread. But he did not. Because the pump was part of the plan. That's why Bob was in on the deal, and David knew it.

But if David stopped Bob from doing his job - how is that stolen BTC? it is the exact amount David went along with Bob getting.

it is just that now it suits David to call it "stolen BTC".



Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: tokeweed on December 28, 2014, 03:59:12 PM

lol.

needs more love.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: QuestionAuthority on December 28, 2014, 04:50:25 PM
Why would you waste your incredible storytelling talent in an alt shitcoin thread on some stupid anarchist pipe dream forum? Dude, you should be writing novels for Harlequin Enterprises.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: lab rat hoax on December 28, 2014, 08:05:20 PM
.....and now, on to the next scam!  Great read

Once these wild west days in crypto are over, after the
Dust settles, there will be a ( small?   Medium? Large ? ) handful
Of household name cryptos.   The search continues..... ( Faulkner coin?)


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: MS.drawing on December 29, 2014, 03:45:28 PM
Great story !


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: tokeweed on December 29, 2014, 03:51:40 PM
http://pressreleases.kcstar.com/media/pressreleases/img/contact/Bob_jpg_360x540_autocrop-True_q85.jpg


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: fonzerrellie on January 02, 2015, 08:03:58 AM
WoW ya that was a good read lol I'm sure they'll make a movie or a mini series about it one day like they do of the scammers of wall street... "the hounds of crypto"

 I was tempted many times to join pump groups, but have always chosen to hold onto my "soul" instead ;)
 no I haven't made "stacks" of btc and yes I'm still driving a 700. car and have been scammed too many times to count lol :P I still would always laugh at the idea. I'll trade in moving markets unless I know for sure the coins trash, then I'll find something else to trade.

 I always hope the dev's are trying to create something special and it's always a let down to find out they were just a shell to p n'd in the markets. but if the devs are meeting deadlines and seem to be on the up and up... then I'll hold their coins (till I sense otherwise)

 I got burnt (ctz) pretty good a few months into my journey down the yellow crypto road and learnt quickly not to put all my eggs in one basket (as my roomy laughed at me he couldn't know that his precious doge was about to fall from it's perch) So since then I have been pretty good about only holding onto to so much of any one coin... so if I'm wrong about a coin it's never that big of a kick in the arse, it still stings though.

 You all make choices in life, you all have to look at yourselves in the mirror and no matter how much money you guy's made/have from your scams I would not want to have that reflection looking back at me.


 Anywho Thanks for sharing the story





Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Crypty3 on January 02, 2015, 03:40:27 PM
This is a really great read. Thanks OP for sharing. I wonder if this is the end to the tale.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Stealthcoin on January 04, 2015, 12:59:12 PM
A must read for 2015 fellow newbies.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: coinits on January 04, 2015, 04:45:17 PM
This is a really great read. Thanks OP for sharing. I wonder if this is the end to the tale.

LOL

No.

The Ronin are still on this site doing what they do.

Just change your online persona and repeat to infinity or until it is regulated and made illegal.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: cassius69 on January 04, 2015, 05:00:27 PM
fuck a bobsurplus  ;D


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Bobsurplus on January 04, 2015, 08:23:38 PM
fuck a bobsurplus  ;D

Yeah fuck a me!


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: BlindMayorBitcorn on January 05, 2015, 03:42:36 AM
fuck a bobsurplus  ;D

Yeah fuck a me!

LOL. Fuck a all the people and things!


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: fox19891989 on January 05, 2015, 10:25:34 AM
Too long, just read partial.

I have questions:

1. Does bitswift made by Bob's team? Or he just pumped and dumped?

2. How many BTC does he earn? over 1K BTC?


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: QuestionAuthority on January 05, 2015, 02:13:22 PM
https://i.imgflip.com/g1c4y.jpg (https://imgflip.com/i/g1c4y)


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: proletariat on January 05, 2015, 07:52:06 PM

Too long, just read partial.


Read it all, it is worth the time



Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: sust1200 on January 06, 2015, 12:41:00 AM
excellent read :) thx man!


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: UNO_owner on January 06, 2015, 11:20:43 PM
I love this story, but it is the conclusion that keeps me coming back.  Am I the only one that will never trade on bter again?   It appears so some days.

Quote from:  
We would like a sharper moral clarity to come out of this sad mess. We would like it if – at the end of this story  – the world would appear a little different than when we started this tale.  But it doesn’t, does it?

In this story we have seen both Swift and BitBay  get created out of thin air. We have watched both ICO’s get staged by Bob Surplus. Devs who have collaborated knowingly and willingly in his rigged ICO’s and reaped handsome rewards are still comfortably in their jobs, supported by their communities.

During this time, the market price of BitSwift is relatively unchanged. The same is true of BitBay.  So the altcoin market around us has spoken. It has shrugged. It is morally unimpressed.



Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: sdmathis on January 07, 2015, 04:46:07 AM
The Bob Surplus story would make a great movie. You should turn it into a screenplay.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: sgk on January 09, 2015, 11:34:13 AM
Once upon a time there was a guy named Bob.

-snip-

The End.


Thanks, it was a good read, and I hate Bob!
You make some cool effort to keep us away from alt-coin scams.

I just have one complaint though: I was 30 yrs old when I started reading that; and when finished, I was 36.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: QuestionAuthority on January 09, 2015, 02:18:52 PM
Once upon a time there was a guy named Bob.

-snip-

The End.


Thanks, it was a good read, and I hate Bob!
You make some cool effort to keep us away from alt-coin scams.

I just have one complaint though: I was 30 yrs old when I started reading that; and when finished, I was 36.

I've watched Bitcoin from the beginning and can tell you Bobs no different or bad then all of the early "soldiers" of Bitcoin. They were all here just to pump the coin, hide the truth and make big cash fast. Replace Bob with Erik Voorhees, James McCarthy or any of the early Bitcointalk preachers and you end up with the same thing. The coins aren't bad, the devs are doing their jobs but the preachers and pumpers are only here to line their pockets. Most people are only using Bitcoin to line their pockets. They sure as hell aren't here because they give a shit about the ideals of Bitcoin.

It is a little like reading the forum version of "War and Peace".


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: LiteBit on January 09, 2015, 04:06:30 PM
Once upon a time there was a guy named Bob.

-snip-

The End.


Can you do a second book titled: "The Story of Josh Garza"?


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Bobsurplus on January 09, 2015, 05:42:35 PM
Once upon a time there was a guy named Bob.

-snip-

The End.


Thanks, it was a good read, and I hate Bob!
You make some cool effort to keep us away from alt-coin scams.

I just have one complaint though: I was 30 yrs old when I started reading that; and when finished, I was 36.

I've watched Bitcoin from the beginning and can tell you Bobs no different or bad then all of the early "soldiers" of Bitcoin. They were all here just to pump the coin, hide the truth and make big cash fast. Replace Bob with Erik Voorhees, James McCarthy or any of the early Bitcointalk preachers and you end up with the same thing. The coins aren't bad, the devs are doing their jobs but the preachers and pumpers are only here to line their pockets. Most people are only using Bitcoin to line their pockets. They sure as hell aren't here because they give a shit about the ideals of Bitcoin.

It is a little like reading the forum version of "War and Peace".

LOL.. of course i care about bitcoins core fundamentals... I just dont care about all the alts because bitcoin is the one and only.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: YarkoL on January 09, 2015, 06:50:18 PM
LOL.. of course i care about bitcoins core fundamentals... I just dont care about all the alts because bitcoin is the one and only.

There you have it. From the horse's mouth.

People who "care about bitcoin" and deplore altcoins
are the very same people who keep the racket going.

They're like religious believers who preach against adultery
yet run a brothel in their spare time.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: xxxgoodgirls on January 09, 2015, 06:52:15 PM
Once upon a time there was a guy named Bob.

-snip-

The End.


Thanks, it was a good read, and I hate Bob!
You make some cool effort to keep us away from alt-coin scams.

I just have one complaint though: I was 30 yrs old when I started reading that; and when finished, I was 36.

I've watched Bitcoin from the beginning and can tell you Bobs no different or bad then all of the early "soldiers" of Bitcoin. They were all here just to pump the coin, hide the truth and make big cash fast. Replace Bob with Erik Voorhees, James McCarthy or any of the early Bitcointalk preachers and you end up with the same thing. The coins aren't bad, the devs are doing their jobs but the preachers and pumpers are only here to line their pockets. Most people are only using Bitcoin to line their pockets. They sure as hell aren't here because they give a shit about the ideals of Bitcoin.

It is a little like reading the forum version of "War and Peace".

LOL.. of course i care about bitcoins core fundamentals... I just dont care about all the alts because bitcoin is the one and only.

You are so closed mind sir.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Bobsurplus on January 19, 2015, 05:00:50 AM
Going live for some chitchatting with DJ RickStoner

http://dogecoindark.net/radio/

Who wants to come by for a chat?


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Nxtblg on January 19, 2015, 05:33:14 AM
It is a little like reading the forum version of "War and Peace".

Or "Moby Dick" ;)


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: DJ_Rick on January 25, 2015, 04:01:56 PM

DOGED RADIO PRESENTS

Guest host: Bobsurplus & Crypto.Gekko

Wensday 28, 2015

10 PM ET 9 PM CT

Be There!

THE TRUE STORY WILL BE TOLD ON AIR LIVE

http://dogecoindark.net/radio/


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: TrueAnon on January 26, 2015, 02:37:07 AM

DOGED RADIO PRESENTS

Guest host: Bobsurplus & Crypto.Gekko

Wensday 28, 2015

10 PM ET 9 PM CT

Be There!

THE TRUE STORY WILL BE TOLD ON AIR LIVE

http://dogecoindark.net/radio/

fuckin' REALLY?  wow......just wow.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: nagatlakshmi on January 26, 2015, 05:29:37 AM
Yes, Too long to read.  But worthy information.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: kingscrown on January 27, 2015, 06:22:00 AM
rule of thumb - dont enter groups that are justo n twitter.
bobsurplus was/is here and he had some succeses and REAL pumps that succeeded.

yet watch for full time scammers like @equalpumps @ActualAdviceBTC @CryptoPumpGroup @btcmexican and many pthers that u see just on twitter.
they claim to be market makers yet they are just scammers thats why they dont even have shill accounts here as they would all get red.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Bobsurplus on January 28, 2015, 01:19:35 AM
rule of thumb - dont enter groups that are justo n twitter.
bobsurplus was/is here and he had some succeses and REAL pumps that succeeded.

yet watch for full time scammers like @equalpumps @ActualAdviceBTC @CryptoPumpGroup @btcmexican and many pthers that u see just on twitter.
they claim to be market makers yet they are just scammers thats why they dont even have shill accounts here as they would all get red.

Thanks for the kind words of wisdom. Hopefully someone out here with take your advice and save on headaches.



Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: BlindMayorBitcorn on January 28, 2015, 01:28:16 AM
http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3a9ilCLhQg/TUGfrRBuR5I/AAAAAAAAAMk/qsJVz5_az5Q/s1600/POP%255B1%255D.jpg


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Bobsurplus on January 28, 2015, 01:30:39 AM
LOL.. blast from that past that is!

 ;D



Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: BlindMayorBitcorn on January 28, 2015, 01:33:41 AM
LOL.. blast from that past that is!

 ;D



Some damn fine pie, too ;)


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: coinits on January 29, 2015, 01:29:50 AM

DOGED RADIO PRESENTS

Guest host: Bobsurplus & Crypto.Gekko

Wensday 28, 2015

10 PM ET 9 PM CT

Be There!

THE TRUE STORY WILL BE TOLD ON AIR LIVE

http://dogecoindark.net/radio/

1.5 hours until showtime!


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: coinits on January 29, 2015, 03:24:31 AM

DOGED RADIO PRESENTS

Guest host: Bobsurplus & Crypto.Gekko

Wensday 28, 2015

10 PM ET 9 PM CT

Be There!

THE TRUE STORY WILL BE TOLD ON AIR LIVE

http://dogecoindark.net/radio/

1.5 hours until showtime!

24 minutes past the magic hour and Bob is a no-show.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: coinits on January 29, 2015, 03:41:58 AM
They just went live. Get the popcorn!


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: kingscrown on January 29, 2015, 03:59:53 AM
waiting for the story :)


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: coinits on January 29, 2015, 04:00:57 AM
waiting for the story :)

That fucking mouthpiece does not give Bob a chance to speak. I don't want to listen to that pompous ass. I want to hear Bob.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: TrueAnon on January 29, 2015, 04:08:20 AM
brooo


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: proletariat on January 29, 2015, 04:23:36 AM
ha! good ol Bob did a full 180 on LTC. Last show he was bashing LTC saying it was dead RIP Kaput. Apparently he's bought himself some now. not that he had much credibility to begin with though.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: coinits on January 29, 2015, 05:19:59 AM
I got banned by the show dude on Twitter. Did not like my comments. :)


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: forzendiablo on February 01, 2015, 05:35:32 AM
I got banned by the show dude on Twitter. Did not like my comments. :)

@equalpumps is a scammer on twitter - skip all his mentions


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: sust1200 on February 09, 2015, 02:46:38 PM
any new stuff soon :D ?


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Hueristic on February 10, 2015, 02:19:27 AM
Yeah, My favorite soap Opera has got boring!


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: MisterGreen on February 10, 2015, 04:52:56 AM
Our good old uncle Bub eh Bob! :D

http://i.giphy.com/a5nNMtoUuB7zO.gif


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Guido on February 10, 2015, 08:11:58 PM
epic read, thanks lol  ;D


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: shogun47 on February 11, 2015, 03:40:15 AM
epic read, thanks lol  ;D

The radio show was actually good too.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: The Sound And Fury on February 11, 2015, 06:59:56 AM
Yeah, My favorite soap Opera has got boring!

Gentle readers. Fall not into despair.

The bard once said that great works of art are never completed, only abandoned. This is true of our tale. They are out there - Paul, and Bob, and the Salamander, and David and Steve and Lin.  In the darkness for us, perhaps, but for them this darkness is well lit indeed.

So rest assured, this pause, this silence, is not abandonment. It is temporary.

The Salamander is at work. Bob is at work. What will be of this? Which of you readers will be unknowingly drawn into their next plays? With that slow pull at the start - just a few satoshi. That ever-widening circle in which everything starts to move, in concert - but no one realizes it until too late.

And what of the ronin? Some of you have already tasted their work since we last spoke. You think they have lingered long at the hearth of their families before returning to the war? Nooo, gentle reader. I could name you a coin that has already gone to page 1 on Bittrex and plummeted again since we spoke last - and it was just a ronin coin, a quick play by two of Bob's foot soldiers.  Some of you readers no doubt profited handsomely. Many of you lost.

They are all out there, on the move in the darkness. Laying traps for you. This is what they do. So take care gentle reader. Until we meet again.



Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Hueristic on February 11, 2015, 07:27:14 AM
Yeah, My favorite soap Opera has got boring!

Gentle readers. Fall not into despair.

The bard once said that great works of art are never completed, only abandoned. This is true of our tale. They are out there - Paul, and Bob, and the Salamander, and David and Steve and Lin.  In the darkness for us, perhaps, but for them this darkness is well lit indeed.

So rest assured, this pause, this silence, is not abandonment. It is temporary.

The Salamander is at work. Bob is at work. What will be of this? Which of you readers will be unknowingly drawn into their next plays? With that slow pull at the start - just a few satoshi. That ever-widening circle in which everything starts to move, in concert - but no one realizes it until too late.

And what of the ronin? Some of you have already tasted their work since we last spoke. You think they have lingered long at the hearth of their families before returning to the war? Nooo, gentle reader. I could name you a coin that has already gone to page 1 on Bittrex and plummeted again since we spoke last - and it was just a ronin coin, a quick play by two of Bob's foot soldiers.  Some of you readers no doubt profited handsomely. Many of you lost.

They are all out there, on the move in the darkness. Laying traps for you. This is what they do. So take care gentle reader. Until we meet again.



Much Better! Lol was watching that coin and wondering when it would plummet. :)


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: DreamSpace on February 11, 2015, 01:58:46 PM
Yeah, My favorite soap Opera has got boring!

Gentle readers. Fall not into despair.

The bard once said that great works of art are never completed, only abandoned. This is true of our tale. They are out there - Paul, and Bob, and the Salamander, and David and Steve and Lin.  In the darkness for us, perhaps, but for them this darkness is well lit indeed.

So rest assured, this pause, this silence, is not abandonment. It is temporary.

The Salamander is at work. Bob is at work. What will be of this? Which of you readers will be unknowingly drawn into their next plays? With that slow pull at the start - just a few satoshi. That ever-widening circle in which everything starts to move, in concert - but no one realizes it until too late.

And what of the ronin? Some of you have already tasted their work since we last spoke. You think they have lingered long at the hearth of their families before returning to the war? Nooo, gentle reader. I could name you a coin that has already gone to page 1 on Bittrex and plummeted again since we spoke last - and it was just a ronin coin, a quick play by two of Bob's foot soldiers.  Some of you readers no doubt profited handsomely. Many of you lost.

They are all out there, on the move in the darkness. Laying traps for you. This is what they do. So take care gentle reader. Until we meet again.



lol yes they are crypto junkies on the search for their next injection ;)
and fantastic reading loved it!


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Piston Honda on February 11, 2015, 02:03:40 PM
Yeah, My favorite soap Opera has got boring!

Gentle readers. Fall not into despair.

The bard once said that great works of art are never completed, only abandoned. This is true of our tale. They are out there - Paul, and Bob, and the Salamander, and David and Steve and Lin.  In the darkness for us, perhaps, but for them this darkness is well lit indeed.

So rest assured, this pause, this silence, is not abandonment. It is temporary.

The Salamander is at work. Bob is at work. What will be of this? Which of you readers will be unknowingly drawn into their next plays? With that slow pull at the start - just a few satoshi. That ever-widening circle in which everything starts to move, in concert - but no one realizes it until too late.

And what of the ronin? Some of you have already tasted their work since we last spoke. You think they have lingered long at the hearth of their families before returning to the war? Nooo, gentle reader. I could name you a coin that has already gone to page 1 on Bittrex and plummeted again since we spoke last - and it was just a ronin coin, a quick play by two of Bob's foot soldiers.  Some of you readers no doubt profited handsomely. Many of you lost.

They are all out there, on the move in the darkness. Laying traps for you. This is what they do. So take care gentle reader. Until we meet again.



wat dat bitstake do doe


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: tzpardi on February 11, 2015, 02:10:28 PM
Great reading.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: kitarohotono on February 22, 2015, 06:53:25 PM
Bobsurplus, CryptoGekko, and Iconic Expert Debate bitcoin prices & more, for those who missed the show

https://www.mixcloud.com/dogedradio/bobsurplus-cryptogekko-and-iconic-expert-debate-bitcoin-prices-more/ (https://www.mixcloud.com/dogedradio/bobsurplus-cryptogekko-and-iconic-expert-debate-bitcoin-prices-more/)


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: BlindMayorBitcorn on February 22, 2015, 08:27:42 PM
Bobsurplus, CryptoGekko, and Iconic Expert Debate bitcoin prices & more, for those who missed the show

https://www.mixcloud.com/dogedradio/bobsurplus-cryptogekko-and-iconic-expert-debate-bitcoin-prices-more/ (https://www.mixcloud.com/dogedradio/bobsurplus-cryptogekko-and-iconic-expert-debate-bitcoin-prices-more/)

Bob: "Stability takes time, my friend"

 ;)


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: vual on March 20, 2015, 08:00:02 AM
Great read, its funny cause its true....


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: thelion07 on April 29, 2015, 11:59:07 AM
https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=1041025.0

BOB IS BACK with a new and improved team, cryptobull climbing the ranks in bobs crew......... moon memes and shocked emoticons and praise for the awesome devs are imminent.

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As if this "project" didn't have enough red flags. You want to start deviating the discussion and clogging the thread with memes and moon pictures and nothing but praise for the "dev team". Clearly from the good ol bobsurplus academy - bitswift, bitbay scams. One only needs to look at your post history in the bitswift and bitbay threads, bob's latest tweets defending his newer and honorable countryman associate to see what you three fine gentlemen are cooking. You just don't get tired of fucking people over.

Hello hello,
happy to see that we have some views and posts that's a good sign for a healthy community.If you have questions or didn't have the opportunity to ask something please feel free to send mssgs to me and the team behind Viral.

We are going to have giveaways, contests, games and many more to give back to the community.I am encouraging memes as well,team will prepare a contest about that too. Constructive criticism will be noticed,trolling and abusive behavior will not be tolerated.

O.K now let's see who will make the first meme  ;D

i will try to make some my self  8)

Cheers and thank you for your support





Hi again  :D ,
because I am a huge GoT fan i will post the first meme  ;D

http://i.imgur.com/nr4py8c.jpg?1

http://i.imgur.com/DHB900z.png


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: BlindMayorBitcorn on April 29, 2015, 01:02:53 PM
Bob's in bed with a former Heritage Front neo-Nazi now? Seems legit.

"A company that videotaped and marketed real attacks on local vagrants probably won't face the wrath of the law, according to local police.

Six separate files were opened relating to the matter, but because there were no official plainitiffs, there has been little progress. "I'd be very surprised if anything is new on it," says Sgt. Michel Fontaine of the Montreal police.

The organizer of the site, Adam Guerbuez, an admitted white-power skinhead who says he has left the movement, claims to have sold several thousand of the $20 videos and attracted 9,000 more paid subscribers to the site, www. crazypricks.com. He has since disconnected his mobile phone and taken his site down."


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: JackRipper on April 29, 2015, 02:07:14 PM
Bob's in bed with a former Heritage Front neo-Nazi now? Seems legit.

"A company that videotaped and marketed real attacks on local vagrants probably won't face the wrath of the law, according to local police.

Six separate files were opened relating to the matter, but because there were no official plainitiffs, there has been little progress. "I'd be very surprised if anything is new on it," says Sgt. Michel Fontaine of the Montreal police.

The organizer of the site, Adam Guerbuez, an admitted white-power skinhead who says he has left the movement, claims to have sold several thousand of the $20 videos and attracted 9,000 more paid subscribers to the site, www. crazypricks.com. He has since disconnected his mobile phone and taken his site down."

And people wonder why the general public associates crypto with criminals. The sad thing is that Guerbuez and company will probably make a small fortune from the IPO and the coin will be on the front page of Bittrex for weeks.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: BlindMayorBitcorn on April 29, 2015, 02:16:44 PM
Bob's in bed with a former Heritage Front neo-Nazi now? Seems legit.

"A company that videotaped and marketed real attacks on local vagrants probably won't face the wrath of the law, according to local police.

Six separate files were opened relating to the matter, but because there were no official plainitiffs, there has been little progress. "I'd be very surprised if anything is new on it," says Sgt. Michel Fontaine of the Montreal police.

The organizer of the site, Adam Guerbuez, an admitted white-power skinhead who says he has left the movement, claims to have sold several thousand of the $20 videos and attracted 9,000 more paid subscribers to the site, www. crazypricks.com. He has since disconnected his mobile phone and taken his site down."

And people wonder why the general public associates crypto with criminals. The sad thing is that Guerbuez and company will probably make a small fortune from the IPO and the coin will be on the front page of Bittrex for weeks.

Or else it will backfire and Bob will lose his shirt.  ;)


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Bobsurplus on April 29, 2015, 02:17:42 PM
Bob's in bed with a former Heritage Front neo-Nazi now? Seems legit.

"A company that videotaped and marketed real attacks on local vagrants probably won't face the wrath of the law, according to local police.

Six separate files were opened relating to the matter, but because there were no official plainitiffs, there has been little progress. "I'd be very surprised if anything is new on it," says Sgt. Michel Fontaine of the Montreal police.

The organizer of the site, Adam Guerbuez, an admitted white-power skinhead who says he has left the movement, claims to have sold several thousand of the $20 videos and attracted 9,000 more paid subscribers to the site, www. crazypricks.com. He has since disconnected his mobile phone and taken his site down."

Ohh dude.. Im not in bed with anyone. I barley knew of the coin before I saw one of my boys commenting on twitter about it last night. All these guys on twitter were hating on Adam because he was fat, and a nazi, and a scammer.

I know what it feels like to have made bad decisions when I was young, so I cant fault him for being a nazi when he was young and impressionable. He's clearly not the same guy who 20 years ago was lost for a few years. As for his scamming.. Yall call me a scammer everyday and Im not a scammer. It seems like anyone who makes something of themselves is called a scammer here. Its like the forum is full of butthurt trolls who just keep getting rekt.... Yall need to stop that shit and hate on whats really making yall angry. Buying high and selling low.

Anyway.. Ima invest in viral because its got the 850 million dollar man at the wheel. If anyone knows how to build a massive legal botnet and then use that botnet to generate revenue is gonna be adam.





Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Bobsurplus on April 29, 2015, 02:19:17 PM
Bob's in bed with a former Heritage Front neo-Nazi now? Seems legit.

"A company that videotaped and marketed real attacks on local vagrants probably won't face the wrath of the law, according to local police.

Six separate files were opened relating to the matter, but because there were no official plainitiffs, there has been little progress. "I'd be very surprised if anything is new on it," says Sgt. Michel Fontaine of the Montreal police.

The organizer of the site, Adam Guerbuez, an admitted white-power skinhead who says he has left the movement, claims to have sold several thousand of the $20 videos and attracted 9,000 more paid subscribers to the site, www. crazypricks.com. He has since disconnected his mobile phone and taken his site down."

And people wonder why the general public associates crypto with criminals. The sad thing is that Guerbuez and company will probably make a small fortune from the IPO and the coin will be on the front page of Bittrex for weeks.

Or else it will backfire and Bob will lose his shirt.  ;)

lololol.. Lose my shirt, that's cute bro! Id have to be an idiot to put my shirt on the line man. Thats all I got to keep this sexy body covered up to keep the haters chicks from drooling.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: BlindMayorBitcorn on April 29, 2015, 02:21:04 PM
We all did stupid things, bro. Joining the Heritage Front is in a league of its own. I'm surprised you would play with this clown tbh.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Bobsurplus on April 29, 2015, 02:34:49 PM
We all did stupid things, bro. Joining the Heritage Front is in a league of its own. I'm surprised you would play with this clown tbh.

Bro.. People change.. Murderers Change, Crack dealers change, racists change... If he was a pedo it would have been game over.. But a neo nazi as a kid, i can live with that... I was a fucked up kid myself dude and some of you would say things I did were in a league of their own too.

Anyway.. Im no Adam fanboy.. I just see an angle here that some of you are missing I guess.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: BlindMayorBitcorn on April 29, 2015, 02:39:03 PM
We all did stupid things, bro. Joining the Heritage Front is in a league of its own. I'm surprised you would play with this clown tbh.

Bro.. People change.. Murderers Change, Crack dealers change, racists change... If he was a pedo it would have been game over.. But a neo nazi as a kid, i can live with that... I was a fucked up kid myself dude and some of you would say things I did were in a league of their own too.

Anyway.. Im no Adam fanboy.. I just see an angle here that some of you are missing I guess.

I dunno. So long as you can live with it I guess. I draw my line at Nazis, you draw yours after. What can I say? Good luck :(


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: JohnnyBTCSeed on April 29, 2015, 02:42:31 PM
We all did stupid things, bro. Joining the Heritage Front is in a league of its own. I'm surprised you would play with this clown tbh.

Bro.. People change.. Murderers Change, Crack dealers change, racists change... If he was a pedo it would have been game over.. But a neo nazi as a kid, i can live with that... I was a fucked up kid myself dude and some of you would say things I did were in a league of their own too.

Anyway.. Im no Adam fanboy.. I just see an angle here that some of you are missing I guess.

I dunno. So long as you can live with it I guess. I draw my line at Nazis, you draw yours after. What can I say? Good luck :(

Once a snake, always a snake.

Dont worry mayor. Anyone who has been here long enough knows that bob is just a shit stain on the crypto scene


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: thelion07 on April 29, 2015, 02:43:46 PM
We all did stupid things, bro. Joining the Heritage Front is in a league of its own. I'm surprised you would play with this clown tbh.

........................
Anyway.. Im no Adam fanboy.. I just see an angle here that some of you are missing I guess.


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.........

Thinking about Viral as I'm typing is actually getting me excited. If there is anything I can do to help the team let me know. I can reach out to some exchanges if you guys need to get listed, or maybe a few crypto media outlets as well. I'm down for the cause. Let's make this happen.

Btw.. Nice to see you cryptobull... Its been a while. How have you been man? Fuck... 6 moths I think since I last seen you. Hope all is well. Hit me up on skype some time dude and we'll chat up a bit.

Later yall.

It's your scam all over again. You will only fuck newer crypto people. bitswift-bitbay-viral - 3rd time's a charm eh?

"Making money since I was in the womb!" 'matriphagy' wouldn't doubt it one bit you greedy crook


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: stonehedge on April 29, 2015, 03:15:10 PM
We all did stupid things, bro. Joining the Heritage Front is in a league of its own. I'm surprised you would play with this clown tbh.

Bro.. People change.. Murderers Change, Crack dealers change, racists change... If he was a pedo it would have been game over.. But a neo nazi as a kid, i can live with that... I was a fucked up kid myself dude and some of you would say things I did were in a league of their own too.

Anyway.. Im no Adam fanboy.. I just see an angle here that some of you are missing I guess.

I dunno. So long as you can live with it I guess. I draw my line at Nazis, you draw yours after. What can I say? Good luck :(

Once a snake, always a snake.

Dont worry mayor. Anyone who has been here long enough knows that bob is just a shit stain on the crypto scene


I'd genuinely like to know how many people on here who proclaim Bob to be a shit stain have a remote idea of what his involvements and dealings are compared to those who may have a genuine grievance against him.

The man's good at making money.  If he's broken the law doing so, then talk to LEA.  If you're just pissed off that he made some money from you then maybe its time to focus some of your anger into your own game.

If Bob is a shit stain, he's not the only shit stain in crypto.  He's not even the only shit stain who has posted on this page proclaiming that Bob is a shit stain.  The altcoin scene is a mess right now, full of scams, P&Ds, thousands of people after a quick buck and a handful of honest projects desperately trying to keep some visibility so they can hopefully one day innovate and those "honest" projects are full of people wanting to make a quick buck.  Even some of the good projects are starting to start fights with each other in a desperate attempt to get ahead (see various anti-DRK/Dash threads everywhere).

As far as I can tell, Bob takes a lot of flack for being one of the more successful shit stains in crypto.  I say this because I can count the number of people I know to be trustworthy and not in it for money in this industry on my fingers.



Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: JohnnyBTCSeed on April 29, 2015, 03:25:22 PM
We all did stupid things, bro. Joining the Heritage Front is in a league of its own. I'm surprised you would play with this clown tbh.

Bro.. People change.. Murderers Change, Crack dealers change, racists change... If he was a pedo it would have been game over.. But a neo nazi as a kid, i can live with that... I was a fucked up kid myself dude and some of you would say things I did were in a league of their own too.

Anyway.. Im no Adam fanboy.. I just see an angle here that some of you are missing I guess.

I dunno. So long as you can live with it I guess. I draw my line at Nazis, you draw yours after. What can I say? Good luck :(

Once a snake, always a snake.

Dont worry mayor. Anyone who has been here long enough knows that bob is just a shit stain on the crypto scene


I'd genuinely like to know how many people on here who proclaim Bob to be a shit stain have a remote idea of what his involvements and dealings are compared to those who may have a genuine grievance against him.

The man's good at making money.  If he's broken the law doing so, then talk to LEA.  If you're just pissed off that he made some money from you then maybe its time to focus some of your anger into your own game.

If Bob is a shit stain, he's not the only shit stain in crypto.  He's not even the only shit stain who has posted on this page proclaiming that Bob is a shit stain.  The altcoin scene is a mess right now, full of scams, P&Ds, thousands of people after a quick buck and a handful of honest projects desperately trying to keep some visibility so they can hopefully one day innovate and those "honest" projects are full of people wanting to make a quick buck.  Even some of the good projects are starting to start fights with each other in a desperate attempt to get ahead (see various anti-DRK/Dash threads everywhere).

As far as I can tell, Bob takes a lot of flack for being one of the more successful shit stains in crypto.  I say this because I can count the number of people I know to be trustworthy in this industry on my fingers.



Your right bob is not the only shit stain in crypto. There are many others.

Bob doesn't necessarily need to be the biggest shit stain with corn and other chunks sticking out of that stain to still be a shit stain.

And no, i never lost any money to bob. Also i could careless that he may or may not be successful .

A stain is just that, a stain. A stain makes the whole scene appear scammy.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: stonehedge on April 29, 2015, 03:33:47 PM
We all did stupid things, bro. Joining the Heritage Front is in a league of its own. I'm surprised you would play with this clown tbh.

Bro.. People change.. Murderers Change, Crack dealers change, racists change... If he was a pedo it would have been game over.. But a neo nazi as a kid, i can live with that... I was a fucked up kid myself dude and some of you would say things I did were in a league of their own too.

Anyway.. Im no Adam fanboy.. I just see an angle here that some of you are missing I guess.

I dunno. So long as you can live with it I guess. I draw my line at Nazis, you draw yours after. What can I say? Good luck :(

Once a snake, always a snake.

Dont worry mayor. Anyone who has been here long enough knows that bob is just a shit stain on the crypto scene


I'd genuinely like to know how many people on here who proclaim Bob to be a shit stain have a remote idea of what his involvements and dealings are compared to those who may have a genuine grievance against him.

The man's good at making money.  If he's broken the law doing so, then talk to LEA.  If you're just pissed off that he made some money from you then maybe its time to focus some of your anger into your own game.

If Bob is a shit stain, he's not the only shit stain in crypto.  He's not even the only shit stain who has posted on this page proclaiming that Bob is a shit stain.  The altcoin scene is a mess right now, full of scams, P&Ds, thousands of people after a quick buck and a handful of honest projects desperately trying to keep some visibility so they can hopefully one day innovate and those "honest" projects are full of people wanting to make a quick buck.  Even some of the good projects are starting to start fights with each other in a desperate attempt to get ahead (see various anti-DRK/Dash threads everywhere).

As far as I can tell, Bob takes a lot of flack for being one of the more successful shit stains in crypto.  I say this because I can count the number of people I know to be trustworthy in this industry on my fingers.



Your right bob is not the only shit stain in crypto. There are many others.

Bob doesn't necessarily need to be the biggest shit stain with corn and other chunks sticking out of that stain to still be a shit stain.

And no, i never lost any money to bob. Also i could careless that he may or may not be successful .

A stain is just that, a stain. A stain makes the whole scene appear scammy.


Its damn near impossible to see the clean bits in amongst the stains right now and from where I'm standing with the shit thats going on in altcoins at the moment I wouldn't be able to say whether Bob is standing on a nice clean patch of cotton or sitting on an undigested chunk of sweetcorn.

If I have learned some things on here number 1 is don't believe anything you read about somebody else especially if the thread is specifically about them and number 2 is form your own opinions based on your own experiences.  DYOR/FYOO


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Spoetnik on April 29, 2015, 07:20:12 PM
Bob's in bed with a former Heritage Front neo-Nazi now? Seems legit.

"A company that videotaped and marketed real attacks on local vagrants probably won't face the wrath of the law, according to local police.

Six separate files were opened relating to the matter, but because there were no official plainitiffs, there has been little progress. "I'd be very surprised if anything is new on it," says Sgt. Michel Fontaine of the Montreal police.

The organizer of the site, Adam Guerbuez, an admitted white-power skinhead who says he has left the movement, claims to have sold several thousand of the $20 videos and attracted 9,000 more paid subscribers to the site, www. crazypricks.com. He has since disconnected his mobile phone and taken his site down."

Ohh dude.. Im not in bed with anyone. I barley knew of the coin before I saw one of my boys commenting on twitter about it last night. All these guys on twitter were hating on Adam because he was fat, and a nazi, and a scammer.

I know what it feels like to have made bad decisions when I was young, so I cant fault him for being a nazi when he was young and impressionable. He's clearly not the same guy who 20 years ago was lost for a few years. As for his scamming.. Yall call me a scammer everyday and Im not a scammer. It seems like anyone who makes something of themselves is called a scammer here. Its like the forum is full of butthurt trolls who just keep getting rekt.... Yall need to stop that shit and hate on whats really making yall angry. Buying high and selling low.

Anyway.. Ima invest in viral because its got the 850 million dollar man at the wheel. If anyone knows how to build a massive legal botnet and then use that botnet to generate revenue is gonna be adam.





"buying high and selling low" based on deceit and lies ?

wrong..

I have not got wrecked and made plenty but the difference is here Bobby is I did it with integrity and credibility unlike some of you.

I am tired of hearing the same back stabbing lying sleazeball scammers loiter around here preying on guys with pure lies.
bragging that we're all just jealous haters who didn't make any money at this stuff.
some of us make money but we have the skill to do it right..
those of you that have to do it dishonestly have no skill so you have to resort to underhanded tactics and schemes.

Bobby your a joke.. anyone who spends an hour Googling your name and following the rather amusing trail will laugh their ass off. (like I did a while back remember ?)
You can't hide the trail.

and making mistakes when your younger is fine but gimme a break if someone keeps making them you have no excuse.

Pat yourself on the back for turning Alt currencies into a clown show joke that people should avoid.
Try and blame others for what ever but come on.. tell me you pushing and manipulating markets with your so called "pump groups" is reputable.
How reputable is it pushing out yet ANOTHER coin when THOUSANDS and thousands .. already exist ?
just got to get in on the ground floor again eh ?
What your next group "push" ?
Unless it can trump BTC itself and stand head and shoulders above the thousands of other altcoins then what exactly are you doing here ?
ya ya.. we need yet 1 more now don't we ?
Lemme guess this one will have "Anon" features and a super duper billion dollar market cap and you may even have "Merch" for it LOL
Guys Google search for the group of thieves who were pushing Cloak and read the IRC logs and see what they were pushing way back.
They even mentioned a Cloak Retirement savings plan scheme... thank god that did not get off the ground or more guys would be screwed over.

Moral here ?
Don't get involved .
These vultures will make sure you lose before you try and cash out.
Playing poker with the devil is not smart investing.. go buy scratch & wins or something you'll have better odd's.
Condoning crappy shit in the scene so YOU can make a buck and *hopefully get out before the Digital-Ponzi comes crashing down is foolish.. no stupid .

Advice ?
Open your eyes.

And I will say it yet aggggggggggggggggggain
If some so called reputable and legit new professional currency is out now ?
Why was it posted along side THOUSANDS of other scam / clone coins in a forum like this where scamming is allowed ?
You don't post legit stuff in a place that has the highest amount of thieves and liars and scammers on earth.
Any honest businessman would have seen what this toxic environment was like 3 years ago and avoided it at all costs.
It was so bad when I started July, 2013 I had reservations about getting involved at all !
And since then this Altcoin scene has really gone to hell.. thanks Bob (your responsible for a lot of the grime)


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Chew Kok on April 29, 2015, 09:25:07 PM
I banished from my small village of Likwang. I village idiot, and cause many trouble! Wise man of village tell me... go to place where I fit in. He send me here!

Bob Surplus is village idiot in crypto. He finished. Nobody like, or trust! Spoetnik act like village idiot, and sometime... he is village idiot, but he also speak truth many times. I wise man now telling Bob where to go where he fit in... Bob, go to Hell! Poopooface :P


http://i.imgur.com/2kgHDxQ.jpg


This is Bob doing what he was taught to do since birth. Its not his fault. He was raised to value shiny things, not humans. We not humans to Bob. Just opportunity... nothing more.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: stonehedge on April 30, 2015, 08:42:43 AM
I banished from my small village of Likwang. I village idiot, and cause many trouble! Wise man of village tell me... go to place where I fit in. He send me here!

Bob Surplus is village idiot in crypto. He finished. Nobody like, or trust! Spoetnik act like village idiot, and sometime... he is village idiot, but he also speak truth many times. I wise man now telling Bob where to go where he fit in... Bob, go to Hell! Poopooface :P


http://i.imgur.com/2kgHDxQ.jpg


This is Bob doing what he was taught to do since birth. Its not his fault. He was raised to value shiny things, not humans. We not humans to Bob. Just opportunity... nothing more.

I'm sure that most people were first attracted to crypto by the opportunity to make friends rather than make some money.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Chew Kok on April 30, 2015, 09:28:29 AM
I banished from my small village of Likwang. I village idiot, and cause many trouble! Wise man of village tell me... go to place where I fit in. He send me here!

Bob Surplus is village idiot in crypto. He finished. Nobody like, or trust! Spoetnik act like village idiot, and sometime... he is village idiot, but he also speak truth many times. I wise man now telling Bob where to go where he fit in... Bob, go to Hell! Poopooface :P


http://i.imgur.com/2kgHDxQ.jpg


This is Bob doing what he was taught to do since birth. Its not his fault. He was raised to value shiny things, not humans. We not humans to Bob. Just opportunity... nothing more.

I'm sure that most people were first attracted to crypto by the opportunity to make friends rather than make some money.


No idiot! They first came here to get away from the parasitic paradigm and the vermin that accompanies it. Blockchain was sold to libertarians, (who are usually fanatics, and zealots. Perfect people to push an idea of decentralization) and a bait and switch occurred. Now... its all a joke... even BTC. This was nothing more than a Beta test. Watch out for IBM, Samsung, Google, Amazon etc. You guys did all the work for them too.






Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: stonehedge on April 30, 2015, 10:16:39 AM
No you're an idiot.  ::)


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Chew Kok on April 30, 2015, 10:18:46 AM
No you're an idiot.  ::)

Duh!


I banished from my small village of Likwang. I village idiot, and cause many trouble! Wise man of village tell me... go to place where I fit in. He send me here!

Bob Surplus is village idiot in crypto. He finished. Nobody like, or trust! Spoetnik act like village idiot, and sometime... he is village idiot, but he also speak truth many times. I wise man now telling Bob where to go where he fit in... Bob, go to Hell! Poopooface :P


http://i.imgur.com/2kgHDxQ.jpg


This is Bob doing what he was taught to do since birth. Its not his fault. He was raised to value shiny things, not humans. We not humans to Bob. Just opportunity... nothing more.

I'm sure that most people were first attracted to crypto by the opportunity to make friends rather than make some money.


No idiot! They first came here to get away from the parasitic paradigm and the vermin that accompanies it. Blockchain was sold to libertarians, (who are usually fanatics, and zealots. Perfect people to push an idea of decentralization) and a bait and switch occurred. Now... its all a joke... even BTC. This was nothing more than a Beta test. Watch out for IBM, Samsung, Google, Amazon etc. You guys did all the work for them too.




 Less then 12 hours after I said it... http://www.zerohedge.com/news/2015-04-30/first-blythe-masters-now-goldman-investing-bitcoin


-The bad news is that any hopes and aspirations of making a libertarian statement against the status quo by transacting with a monetary medium that now has the full backing and endorsement not only of the biggest commercial banks, but the Fed itself, is now history.



You are not idiot because you invested in SDC (Project with lots of pictures)... you are an idiot because you think you are not. It's a big world out there grasshopper! I no talk to you anymore! Make me feel stupid.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: coinits on May 02, 2015, 05:17:41 PM
Investor Beware! Latest BobSurplus scam coin:  https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=1041025.0

VIRAL Coin smells like scam because:

Lots of Bitcointalk newbie members pumping the crowd funding.
BobSuplus is the biggest cheerleader "not associated with the coin".
ViralDev is a new BCT member. New anon devs are not invested long term. They probably just finished dumping their last coin.  Beware.
Guilty by association with a notorious scammer Adam Guerbuez: http://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/montreal/quebec-spammer-must-pay-facebook-873m-1.934797
For more glowing reports on Adam, Google "Adam Guerbuez".


Crypto is a dangerous place for new investors. These people have had years of practice scamming people. You will get your lunch eaten. They will get fat. Please be careful out there. There are plenty of investment opportunities with legitimate coins from trusted developers.


 - CryptoCop "Yea, I'm new here, but I've been around crypto a long time. Time to put on the badge."


I have asked nice polite questions over there but at the end of the day it is a failed experiment. It is not a coin. It is a share in a bot advertiser. It is not trustless and there is not enough interest. I would be damned if I would spam my Twitter followers. Oh well wish them luck but I am not getting involved in it.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: tokeweed on May 06, 2015, 12:12:15 AM
Bump in honor of Bobsurplus and for every noob to read.  No I wasn't part of his pump group, but I honestly made a little bit out of his exploits.  Although I wasn't sure who was doing all the pumps until I read the OP a couple months ago.

I won't lie, I love the story and although I don't and won't ever agree to what he did, I still respect that he had the smarts and the balls to pull them off. 


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Bobsurplus on May 06, 2015, 12:20:18 AM
Bump in honor of Bobsurplus and for every noob to read.  No I wasn't part of his pump group, but I honestly made a little bit out of his exploits.  Although I wasn't sure who was doing all the pumps until I read the OP a couple months ago.

I won't lie, I love the story and although I don't and won't ever agree to what he did, I still respect that he had the smarts and the balls to pull them off. 

The story was really well written but some exaggerations are made so dont take everything you read there to heart. But Thanks for the love man.. Ima blow some nice smoke in honor of you tonight!

Cheers.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: The Sound And Fury on July 22, 2015, 06:52:42 PM
Gentle reader. Do not think the story over.

The winter's tale will come.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Bobsurplus on July 22, 2015, 10:57:50 PM
Ohhh snap!! You mean there is more to come?


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Jdj1727 on July 22, 2015, 11:03:07 PM
Ohhh snap!! You mean there is more to come?

I would hope that he'd add the part where Bob and the CIRC community take it to the moon. Once that happens I don't think he can leave it out of this story, which so far has made for a good read.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Bobsurplus on July 23, 2015, 12:19:21 AM
edit: wondering as well "what christianity did to the roman empire" (and how that compare to what Mandela did to apartheid)...


Christianity transformed the Roman Empire into itself, from within.

Mandela transformed South Africa into a nation in his own image - one founded upon a narrative of humility, forgiveness, and celebration of diversity.

Incidentally, Ghandi's nonviolent protest did the same basic thing: it transformed the colonials into individuals who could do nothing but respect their victims as human beings, and in so doing see them as like each other.

Add to this the great archetype of self-sacrificial love: Jesus.

The process in each case is the same:
- treat your enemies in a self-sacrificial way
- don't oppose your enemies; don't fight them; don't hate them; give them respect and sacrifice yourself for this
- at some point the enemies start to adopt the same stance toward you that you take toward them
- henceforth, they can no longer be your enemies; you've transformed them - at your own expense
- the revolution is thus complete; the narrative concluded, leaving no fallen mighty ones to rise up again and wreak revenge.



Nice essays. But not even par with the course with The Sound and the Fury's "story" which leaves obvious clues as to who The Salamander is and who the narrator may be. As the only main character not called by his real name, it is blatantly obvious, it is Ryan Wrights. The fixer. Is he the narrator too? That's for you, the reader, to decide. Does it matter? Not really. The piece is priceless as literature and as a glimpse into the gutters of the darkest side of the world of crypto. But nothing, really, that we did not read and subsequently saw in The Wolf of Wall Street. Only difference is that these "ronin" and his leaders are cowardly criminals operating in the dark and, for now at least, in a world not protected by conventional laws. Given the natural cowardice and lack of morals, even at the criminal level, there's not going to be any vengeance or retribution. These cowardly caricatures of ronin will simply take the fact that their leader left them to dry and will continue on, as clumsy foot soldiers, hoping for another leader to allow them to keep on victimizing innocents... or idiots, as the case might be.

Bobsurplus is done, but not Robert. He will come back as Keanu2 or whatever and continue doing the exact same thing. Until one of the cowards -it will have to be a new one-, becomes the real ronin, the enforcer that jumps from the cowardly protection of the dark to the real world and hangs Robert by the ball one morning, potentially in Barbados. Or Thailand. Or Cabo. Same will be the fate of The Salamander/Gekko. Or, maybe, if they keep on playing their cards right, neither the FBI nor impending regulation, will affect them and will die a "peaceful" death like Michael Corleone or even Vito. Most likely though, Robert will continue being what he has always been and will ever be: a travelling salesman, rather pathetic and with extreme limitations and flaws that will end his life way earlier than would otherwise been natural and with Ryan being shot on any corner, at dusk, probably by mistake.

December 14 2014 you said I was done, gonna come back as a new name but the same ol Rob. Looks like you were wrong again. But hey, who's not here anymore. Lin, Steven, Paul. All hiding behind new names.
I my friend am as real as they come and not going anywhere. BCT is my playground.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: dadon on July 23, 2015, 01:12:11 AM
I can't believe this prick gets his own story.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Bobsurplus on July 23, 2015, 01:17:33 AM
I can't believe this prick gets his own story.

Am I picking up a hint of jealousy here?


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: favdesu on July 23, 2015, 10:59:40 AM
this is the best OP in the history of bitcointalk. was a great read. missing some game of thrones stuff, but nonetheless, very entertaining.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Enzyme on July 23, 2015, 11:02:34 AM
I didn't read any of this, but I'm pretty sure you had some anger inside of you to write this.

Good job :P


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Nxtblg on July 23, 2015, 12:01:07 PM
Ohhh snap!! You mean there is more to come?

Well...as dissers go, this one has a lot of literary skill.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Bobsurplus on July 23, 2015, 04:04:07 PM
Ohhh snap!! You mean there is more to come?

Well...as dissers go, this one has a lot of literary skill.

He is a pretty good writer, I'll give him that.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Hueristic on July 23, 2015, 04:27:40 PM
Ohhh snap!! You mean there is more to come?

Well...as dissers go, this one has a lot of literary skill.

He is a pretty good writer, I'll give him that.

You should tip him.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Bobsurplus on July 23, 2015, 04:38:39 PM
Ohhh snap!! You mean there is more to come?

Well...as dissers go, this one has a lot of literary skill.

He is a pretty good writer, I'll give him that.

You should tip him.

I think writing this story was enough tip for him. Im curious to see how his winter part will roll out though.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: bram_vnl on July 23, 2015, 04:54:03 PM
http://www.party-home.nl/wp-content/uploads/2015/03/bob-de-bouwer-huren-evenement-partyhome-entertainment.jpg


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: muddafudda on July 23, 2015, 05:11:52 PM
I heard Bobsurplus was the new spokesman for crypto Aids. Confirm or deny?


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Bobsurplus on July 23, 2015, 05:15:47 PM
I heard Bobsurplus was the new spokesman for crypto Aids. Confirm or deny?

You're a funny guy. You know how many btc I spend on this community? Do you know how many jobs I've created here on the forum?
Nahh I doubt you do, but even if I told you I'm sure you'd still fail to grasp the importance of a bobsurplus in these markets.



Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: muddafudda on July 23, 2015, 05:26:53 PM
I heard Bobsurplus was the new spokesman for crypto Aids. Confirm or deny?

You're a funny guy. You know how many btc I spend on this community? Do you know how many jobs I've created here on the forum?
Nahh I doubt you do, but even if I told you I'm sure you'd still fail to grasp the importance of a bobsurplus in these markets.



Confirm or deny. No one asked for your sad life story.



Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: QuestionAuthority on July 23, 2015, 06:26:18 PM
Bob has made me so much money's. I don't really give a shit what he does at this point.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Bobsurplus on July 23, 2015, 10:15:34 PM
Bob has made me so much money's. I don't really give a shit what he does at this point.

Good to hear. Keep on making that dough.
Circuits to the moon!


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: futureofbitcoin on July 23, 2015, 10:28:05 PM
tl;dr


lets have a summary in less than 150 words


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: sofu on July 23, 2015, 10:38:08 PM
Bobs cloak pump was epic and the librexcoin pump was a very nice profit for me but he fucked up with bitbay and viral.

I guess its to late to bet on circuits and upcoming calls from Bob. The shitcoin market is dead now  :-\


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: nydiacaskey01 on July 23, 2015, 10:43:59 PM
is bobsurplus still doing this? if so where do I sign up?


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Bobsurplus on July 23, 2015, 10:49:37 PM
Bobs cloak pump was epic and the librexcoin pump was a very nice profit for me but he fucked up with bitbay and viral.

I guess its to late to bet on circuits and upcoming calls from Bob. The shitcoin market is dead now  :-\

I never fucked up bitbay, David did.
And Viral, lol.. In at 5 out at 17... I'd call that a fuck up too. :D


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Hueristic on July 25, 2015, 10:43:06 PM
is bobsurplus still doing this? if so where do I sign up?

W0w are you a sockpuppet or just stupid?

Bobs cloak pump was epic and the librexcoin pump was a very nice profit for me but he fucked up with bitbay and viral.

I guess its to late to bet on circuits and upcoming calls from Bob. The shitcoin market is dead now  :-\

I never fucked up bitbay, David did.
And Viral, lol.. In at 5 out at 17... I'd call that a fuck up too. :D

Please, even by your own admission and posted chat logs you prove you did. Which is not to say I am defending David as I don't know him and was smart enough to stay away from any "Project" you are involved in. And this practice has served me very well. :)

Now if people had only heeded my warning way back in the cloak time there would be alot more happy people and bob wouldn't be the [inside trader] Investor he is.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: nydiacaskey01 on July 25, 2015, 10:49:56 PM
is bobsurplus still doing this? if so where do I sign up?

W0w are you a sockpuppet or just stupid?

what's wrong with asking? I just want to make some money off trading if possible.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Hueristic on July 25, 2015, 10:55:14 PM
is bobsurplus still doing this? if so where do I sign up?

W0w are you a sockpuppet or just stupid?

what's wrong with asking? I just want to make some money off trading if possible.

Do your homework or will be able to answer this question yourself soon.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: nydiacaskey01 on July 25, 2015, 11:08:27 PM
Do your homework or will be able to answer this question yourself soon.

 :-\ I did. all I found was a thread which hasn't been active for months.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: cryptohunter on July 25, 2015, 11:37:44 PM
Once upon a time there was a guy named Bob.

He really should have lived thirty years earlier. His true calling – and I told him this several times – was to be a pimp running mid level hookers in Detroit or Cleveland. That’s where his taste for impressive champagnes and black cars and large powerboats rented by the hour would have found its natural home, its natural pasture.
 
Unfortunately for Bob, and unfortunately for a lot coins with teenage names like XCloud, XST, BitSwift, Halo, and BitBay, he came of age some thirty five years later in a time when fortunes were out there to be made, and young men in their mothers basements the world over were intent on making them.

This proved to also be unfortunate for a number of these young men who had recently made it out of their mothers’ basements and into the world of making crypto coins. They were brave dreamers, with teenage names like Miu, David, Lin, Paul, Salamander, and Steven – but to Bob, they were just players in the game.

Bob and these starry eyed boys did what starry eyed boys do. They hatched plans and they scammed people and used the money for hookers and blow and weed and mortgage payments. But it never seemed to lead to fairy tale endings. In fact, it led to train wrecks. Massive train wrecks.
 
This is a satisfying way for stories to end – everyone gets what they deserve. And in this situation, everyone seems to be getting what they deserve. Perfect moral structure in the story.
 
But to understand a train wreck, we need to understand who was driving the train, who was shoveling coal, who was the monkey, and who built the tracks.  We have to go back to the beginning. We have to figure out how Bob and Steve and David and Paul and Lin and Salamander all know each other - if we want to understand why they now all hate each other, and are tearing each other apart in public. We have to choose a beginning for this story.  Luckily that is easy. It begins with a strange thing happening to a coin called Liberty coin.



Part 2: Liberty Coin

Call me Ishmael. Many months ago, having lost a fair amount of BTC on a coin with the  teenage name of Cloak I resolved to set off into the distant oceans of treachery to find for myself the source of my downfall.

The days of Cloak were heady – it was The Promised Coin. The lines on the chart seemed like they could only go up. In the bloodrush of my approaching wealth I remember the flushing feeling of reading these two lines in the forum from someone named Bob Surplus -  “I really like this coin. I’m gonna crack open a cold wallet when I get home and buy some more.”

That night was like deep crypto Viagra. Cloak doubled in price, the rest of the world simply ceased to exist. But like all good things  - sex, packets of cocaine, the Talking Heads  - the ending came. And it was brutal. Not only did I not sell at the top, I doubled down in the 20’s, thinking, what a steal.

Everyone reading this knows what happened next. Turns out a teenaged boy barely out of his  mother’s basement put one over on me and everyone like me. Except for one person it seems.

Bob Surplus.

And lo and behold, just by chance the next day I happened upon a thread called “Winning Altcoin Picks” started by – you guessed it, gentle reader. Bob Surplus. Cracker of cold wallets. Former Eternal Lover of Cloak.

I resolved to meet my situation with fortitude. I mustered my sense of greed and rapaciousness and moral indifference and immediately sent a pm requesting a BTC address that I might follow the Master, and enter the Way.

What happened next happened very fast. Not being a young virgin innocent to the ways of the world, I can only use the young virgin metaphor in a literary sense but it will do. My violation was immediate and complete. I was immediately asked to post approving comments on his recruitment thread, this I did without hesitation. There were other young men gathering;  it had the feeling of jihad. The smell of stacks was strong, like a Tunisian perfume.

We were ushered into a chat where talk of penises was routine. That and an immediate feeling of camaraderie. I do not know if these two things were connected. I suspect they were. I had no time to meditate on this; we were told that a play was about to happen; that we should get our coins onto two exchanges. What happened next happened so fast I will be able to cover it in two sentences. We were told the play was a coin called Xcloud, and to buy in slowly, up to 4 btc worth. Everyone did this, the coin exploded, and some few hours later I exited – coached by the group’s senior members  - with 8 btc. Up 4 btc in a couple hours.

Now this was exhausting work – drinking beer, making penis jokes, and padding order books – so I went right to bed afterwards. When I woke up and looked at the charts, xCloud looked like a sad and deflated penis. I apologize gentle reader. It is a sleazy world I am leading you into. But truth is an unvarnished thing. Ask David, and Paul, and Bob, and Steve and …. Oh wait a minute. Nevermind.

Later that afternoon the chat was jovial. The talk of stacks and hookers and penises ran like a deep and powerful river. But then the mood changed. Our beloved lieutenants withdrew from the brotherly conversation.   And when they returned, they had our marching orders. It seemed a coin had come to Bob’s restless attention. And it was time for us – Bob’s own Roman Crypto Legion – to gird our loins for battle again.



Intermezzo

Gentle Readers.

I realize I have committed the ultimate sin of storytelling: I have left you with less that a clear idea of where the narrative is going.

I will make amends.

One might ask, why talk of liberty coin? Is that not yesterday's news?

After all, six months is an eternity in crypto. And forgetfulness is the balm that we would all wish upon our deeds. Right David? Bob? Paul? Steve? Lin? Perhaps others who are listening closely?

But you see, this far back we must look. For it was it was in the belly of Liberty Coin that BitSwift was born.  

That midwifery is what I shall weave the tale of next. Perhaps Bob Surplus's darkest moment.  When his newly formed group, flush with victory from XCloud, nearly disintegrated on their very next play. But the newborn scream of the baby rescued the night.

I was just a foot soldier in Bob's legion. There are others angrier than I currently wandering the darkness of this forum, striking alliances of convenience, of revenge. You gentle brethren, you know the night I am talking about. When in that darkest moment, hammering furiously on the keyboard, Bob's words rolled across our screens. Guys. I have a plan.




Liberty Coin, part 2

People think the belly of the whale must be a place of darkness. One is swallowed from the world, never to return. But in reality it is not like this at all. It is a place of camaraderie and slowly built friendships bathed in cool keyboard lights and monitor glows in silent rooms across the world where girlfriends have gone to sleep, kids are off to bed, and men have drawn their chairs into a world of tabbed windows, darkened charts, multiple open threads, and blinking pencils moving endlessly across the screen.

The best of these nights are when everyone is there. The screen is crackling with the blustering joviality of International Rob. The long, neural wanderings of BitCoinada. The occasional and distant interjections from the Salamander, who seems to be communicating from a place deep in his psyche or perhaps from a different planet, it was always hard to tell which. Us foot soldiers all crowding in and clapping each hard on the shoulders and laughing loudly about who is smoking what, which bags are being held, who got hacked. It is all so convivial, deep in the belly of the whale.

Until the whale is slaughtered, and we are all dragged out into the light.

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The word came down that Bob had made a pick. We were to accumulate a coin called Librex slowly, over the next four or five days. When this word came down from above, it was trading at just above 15 and Bob said do not buy above 20. Go slowly.

This, of course, fell on deaf ears. After all, we were young crypto jihadists waiting for our marching orders and making endless jokes about hookers and penises and here was a beautiful virgin suddenly laid before us, unaware of our intentions. Within a few hours the price was at 25 and rising. By the time the whole group found out about the pick it was over 30.

Conditions became chaotic. The late arrivals and newest recruits to the group did not know whether or not to buy. Was it too late? The young jihadists who were first on the girl ignored Bob’s instructions about dinner and flowers and were balls deep in the coin. Nor did they pull out as he had instructed. The orgy gained speed and within hours Librex was above 5.

In the few days after the Xcloud play the group had doubled in number.  Now there were so many foot soldiers crowding into the chat that it was impossible to know who was who. The air was full of dust and confusion and people posting support levels and others arguing for suppression to let latecomers in and terse interjections from the Salamander and the din of endless giddy shouting  from the young jihadists. Through it all like some connecting strand ran the endless ranting of Bob about letting his dogs out and be right back I gotta roll another joint and the moon baby the moon! all thickening into a heavy battle fog of pillage and victory covering the world around us as Librex pushed above 8.

And then - from somewhere deep in that thick, intoxicating cloud - the Salamander spoke three  words: there’s a problem.

In any drunken bus crash, there are usually one or two who are the first to notice that the bus has suddenly gone through the guard rail and is in mid-air. This was the Salamander’s gift. He had an ability to see what others could not, or would not. I came to understand this about him.

In this case, the rabid frenzy that Bob’s pump had whipped up in the forums had suddenly taken a violent turn. It had suddenly been revealed? Fabricated? – gentle reader, it matters not – that this young virgin Librex was not the virgin she had pretended to be, but apparently a clone of Liberty Coin.

Librex began to fall, not some kind of graceful fall, but like a dead body on its way to some pavement far below. She plunged through the thick support walls that the foot soldiers had all built around 7, past where the latecomers had grudgingly entered at 6.  And she kept falling.

Chaos reigned in the chat. No one knew if the fud was real. Bob was suddenly, suspiciously gone, something about how his computer had crashed. Foot soldiers who did not cancel their support fast enough suddenly owned massive amounts of Librex. The Salamander had also disappeared, after typing the mysterious words, hold on. I am talking to a guy.
 
And Librex continued her ugly fall.

By the time Bob retuned to the chat, Librex had lost 50% and was falling towards 4. He was met with a barrage of confused and angry questions from his young jihadists and it seemed he had no answers. His bluster was gone. Then, out from the army of angry pencils flying across the screen emerged a single sentence from the Salamander: I have been talking to my guy inside. The fud is real.

All the little pencils on the screen stopped. I was new and stupid to the game. I thought, everyone is letting the Salamander speak. But no. Half the group had immediately tabbed open their exchange windows and begun to sell. Librex gained speed towards the pavement, plunging through 30 and into the 20’s. Bobs pencil began to move across the screen.

Guys, I know this isn’t turning out like we planned.

It was clear Bob was off balance.

You gotta make your own decisions. I don’t know what’s really going on here.

His words were strange, full of uncertainty.

If you gotta sell you gotta sell. I can’t make that decision for you.

For someone so cocksure, so full of himself, it was a dark, unfamiliar moment.

His pencil began to move across the screen again.

Guys I know some of you have lost a lot of money here. imana make it up to you, i promise. I got a plan. i gotta new thing we are gonna do together, it’s not like this. imana  get you guys in on it. we make a coin see? and it’s our coin, none of this bullshit. it’s our coin. you guys are gonna buy in and get all your money back.

it’s an ico.




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Intermezzo:

Everyone has their fatal flaws.

In our story, gentle reader, Bob is of course the largest figure, and perhaps the most flawed. And flaws are what lead to those tragic falls from grace.  Stay with me, gentle reader as the candle mutters low. We will see Bob fall. We will see others fall. Can you feel them here around us? Trying not to fall?

You are with me now on this journey, across the wine-dark sea that stretches from Cloak to Swift and BitBay. We have heard the scream in the darkness of little BitSwift being born. BitSwift’s ungodly sibling Bay lies still hidden in the womb. She will emerge in due course as our candle gutters low.

We spoke of flaws. And greatness, and how they are perhaps two sides of the same coin. The hustler Bob had one enormous greatness. He liked people. More than Bitcoin, more than rented powerboats and blow, he liked to talk with people, hear about their lives, draw out their stories. My former brothers-in-arms all know this. You, in Panama. You, in London. You who lived on pizza. It’s why we all liked Bob. He was our charismatic leader. And he genuinely liked us.

But charismatic leaders come in all different forms. In the darkest Greek tragedies, the best ones enter quietly, late in the second act. Unrecognized.

As darkness fell over the battlefield that night of Librex, little did we know who was about to enter our group, and change so much of what came next.  





Part 3: Schizophrenia

Prelude:
You who read this are innocent in varying degrees. You are here in crypto because you are playing the game, some for noble reasons, some for reasons of profit. Some of you think crypto is going to change the world. Some of you have been to bed with her and had the night of your lives. And want that night again. Most of you feel both of these things to some degree – but not one of us is innocent. When you type in your 2fa there is always that special plugging-in sensation, isn’t there?

But into what?

What part of yourself? What is that heroin flow that begins?


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If the newborn scream of BitSwift came in the darkest moment of Librex, it was also ultimately a fatal childbirth for Bob’s group.

The universe is fundamentally emergent. When deep conflicts exist, humans emerge to embody them and explore them, to play them out and resolve them on the human stage. This is how the universe discovers itself. This is why classic mythology is structured the way it is. Our world already had Bob. But to explore and ultimately resolve the inherent tension between profit and idealism in crypto – that same unresolved, unexamined tension within you, dear reader - Bob’s doppelganger would need to emerge.

None of us understood this at the time, awakening as we did to the smoldering ruins of Librex. We were young jihadists in a foul mood, ready to mutiny and doxx and do all the angry things that betrayed young men do. That a small, red Canadian maple leaf suddenly appearing in the group’s chat window could mean so much  -  well who could know that?

As Kierkegaard said, life can only be understood looking backwards, but it must be lived going forward.

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The day after the Librex fiasco Bob’s team was in tatters. Someone had opened a second, hidden chat channel where only foot soldiers had access, and here the air was thick with paranoia and revolt. Had Bob’s computer really crashed in the middle of the play? He had said something about having to run down to his office – these were his exact words in the Cloak thread just before he had dumped everything the month before. And what about the Salamander? Did any of us actually know who he was? Was there any way to be certain he was not Bob?

Librex was gasping at just above 4. The sell pressure was massive and most of the group’s members had lost all their BTC in support the night before and needed at least 7 or 8 to get out alive.  Bob had loaded support into the low twenties but it was going to take a massive push and some fat stacks to levitate the corpse of Librex and send her back towards 8. It was right about this time that the small red maple leaf appeared with the name Coinada and Bob’s words rolled across the screen, guys I want you to meet Paul. We go way back. He’s not really in the group but I want you to look on him like a leader, like me or the Salamander.

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Paul exploded into the group. He did not seem to sleep; he had massive stacks of BTC and deployed them ruthlessly. Over the next 48 hrs he singlehandedly transformed both the group’s energy and the charts of Librex. The foot soldiers were drawn to him and followed his lead, jumping at the chance to eat whatever smaller walls their stacks would allow. Paul’s attitude was ruthless and manic. If  some smaller group tried to dump into his support and stop his advance he would sight up the charts, find their five or ten btc encampment and attack it, saying fuck you man, you’re my bitch now. And Bob’s foot soldiers – now Paul’s foot soldiers - would pour through the breach after him, mopping up what was left from Paul’s assault. Within days Librex was comfortably in double digits, with Paul holding the fort seemingly without sleep.

This led into the best months the group would ever have. Coinada Paul and Bob working smoothly together, our leaders. The Salamander was always there in the background, strangely hidden.  XST was played. NHZ was played. But this cannot be a story about every coin Bob’s group played the last six months. It is not that story.

There is a baby crying for our attention. Little BitSwift.

Though that was not yet her name.



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Intermezzo

Gentle reader.

The best Greek tragedies are the darkest ones. They take us deep into a world where we can see everything happen before it happens, and so our primary emotion as we watch the characters choose their actions is one of disbelief. Of horror. This is where the darkness comes from as we watch the tragedy unfold. We know it is completely unnecessary. That at each moment, any of the actors – so much larger than life as we watch them – could step back, choose differently, and avoid their fate.

In these tragedies the chorus is usually silent the first two acts. They are – like you gentle reader – facing the stage, watching things unfold. It is only when the protagonists start making inexplicable choices, the choices that will doom them, that one by one, the ragged and unkempt men of the chorus begin to turn towards the audience, raising their voices against the voices of the actors, bemoaning what is occurring, lashing out at hidden forces that the actors can apparently not see. As the third act thickens this becomes overwhelming, and the sea of voices from both stage and the chorus becomes a din of chaotic foreshadowing in real time as the actors plunge towards self-destruction.

This is where we are, isn’t it, dear reader?

Watching Bob, and David, and Paul, and the Salamander - and everyone they will drag with them - self-destruct, in real time?

And the riveting horror of it, that it does not need to be happening, but it is? Right before our eyes?

Gentle reader. I shall try to keep my voice low. But I have turned from the stage now. I am talking to  you.




Part 3: Schizophrenia (continued)

From the start, Bob said over and over again, never fall in love with a coin. Sell a little every day he would say. 40% profit is good. 60% is good. In the days when our pumps were working like a well-tuned Detroit diesel he would greet us foot soldiers as we arrived in the chat, howya doin today man. you selling a little today? Don’t be greedy man. Put some small sells up there.

In the early days he was full of wisdom like this. He was genuinely trying to teach us how to make money. Bob was an old school pumper, this was what he did. Of course, his words mainly fell on deaf ears. Few of us were there to learn how to trade. We were young jihadists looking for stacks of BTC. How do you not fall in love with a coin who has drawn you in with her smooth legs, has her hand around your stack and is stroking it to a size it has never been before? How do you pull yourself away from something like that?

The problem was, if you didn’t pull out, you were guaranteed to end up holding bags at the top. And that started happening in the plays. During the XST pump everyone could have been out with 200% profit but guys were still pushing, building support at more than 300%, and when the music stopped (those endless days of waiting for Mintpal to launch V2)  many in the group were left holding large bags at the top.  The BitSwift pump.  400% gains.  But again, bagholders at the top. During the four months between August and December, the one guy who made the most money in the group was the one guy who was never there. He simply entered and exited when Bob said so. When asked how much money he had made during those months, he responded with his laconic southern drawl, well, more money than most americans make in a year I suppose …


But we figured all of this out too late, didn’t we, my former brothers-in-arms?  
I know you are listening to me. You are out there in the darkness of this forum, all of you. Outcast ronin. Striking up alliances of convenience and revenge.
You remember those times.  200% profit in a couple days seemed like nothing. We were after stacks. We wanted to be like Paul and Bob. We wanted to prove ourselves to be ballers, so we left 300%  in our rear view mirrors and threw up high support walls and ate up bids to make new floors. We wanted that thumping, pulsing feeling in the chat of saying, i just put 2 btc right below you. i’ll take it to 890. gotta go out for a bit but I’m leaving support at 1750.  ok, I’m ready to push. who’s with me?



We were not playing it like Bob, selling on the way up. We were not playing it like Paul, who would quickly arbitrage his pushes on a different exchange to reload his stacks. We wanted to be like them. But we were not doing it like them.

We grew angry. We felt like we were being team players, putting up high support, getting dumped into. And then it seemed like ‘the plan’ – whatever that was  - would suddenly be over, and we were off to a new coin. And no one was telling us what ‘the plan’ was to get out of the last coin, how we were to get rid of those bags.

There was a schizophrenia growing in the group as well, and this was between the leadership styles of Bob and Paul. This – like everything else here – is only clear in hindsight. It started in XST, and ended in Amsterdam.

Paul was cerebral, and the group was taking on coins that had increasingly interesting tech possibilities behind them. Paul liked talking to the devs, meditating on the ideas and possibilities behind them. Bob on the other hand was only interested in the tech insofar as it gave us a marketing angle over other coins. Tech that could translate into stacks.

You dear reader – I know you. I know what just happened in your head. Paul is the good guy. And Jesus, that Bob, what a scumbag.

But are you so innocent, dear reader? You have never held a coin and were frustrated that the dev seemed unable or uninterested in communicating its tech to the world? A coin that could have, should have been worth two, three times as much?

You have, dear reader. I know you.

You are not Paul alone. You are Bob as well.

Know thyself.


Our pumps would take a few weeks to plan, take positions, establish PR, then move the coin up the charts with  all the normal tools -  forum hype, tweets, everything that would set the magic merry-go -round of hope and dreams in motion. And what ended up happening was this:  by that third or fourth week, in  XST or Swift, when 200% and 300% were far below us, out of memory, like an ugly girl we once dated, Paul and Bob  - our leaders – would be on completely different pages.

Psychologically, and financially, Bob would be on his way out of the coin. But Paul would be just getting started. He was, after all, a crypto idealist.

This proved to be fatal in BitSwift.

Paul fell in love with the coin.

Ahhh. Little Bitswift.

My apologies dear reader. I know you want to hear all about little BitSwift, and how she came to be. We are almost there.

But to understand how BitSwift was born, we had to first understand the world she was being born into. The bagholders. The growing schism within the group. The leaders. These are the people who created little BitSwift. These are the people who profited from her being born.

I must rest. I am not sure what the muses will speak of next, Amsterdam or little BitSwift. The death of the group. Or the glory of Paul.

Somewhere out there the ungodly, bastard child BitBay awaits her entrance. With Lin and David and Steve and Bob and the Salamander and Halo and thousands of fake BTC and Holly from Taiwan.
 
I must rest.

I must rest.



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Intermezzo:

Her name was not BitSwift at the start. It was Timeshare Coin.

Gentle reader, when you have stopped laughing, I will continue.

Thank you.

We could not pull an ICO out of thin air. We had to have a coin. And that coin had to have a dev, and be crypto-certified and not launched yet. Once we found that coin  - we could just rebrand it into anything we wanted for our ICO.

The Salamander found Timeshare Coin. It was a slam dunk. Ready to launch, a perfect coin for our ICO, but the name had to go. In fact, the whole timeshare concept had to go – it was too sleazy.

We started brainstorming a stronger concept.  Paradise Coin (Condo Ownership).  Real Estate Coin (Industrial property). We argued for a couple hours over what was a better investment, vacation property or commercial real estate. Half the conversation was about how much Bob hated condos. We decided that shit was too complicated. We had a great name from before  - XWire. We could slap that onto the coin.  But we didn’t know what XWire was. We just knew it was a cool name for a coin. Bob said arrright I gotta walk my dogs, you guys figure out what the coin’s gonna be. People started coming with ideas. XWire would let you transmit Bitcoin faster than the block chain. How? Well …. it would use dedicated satellite transmission. Satellites? Hmmm. Wait a minute. What about putting btc wallets in satellites? In case of like – typhoons and nuclear war and shit. Yea, that was a good idea. How much did renting hard disk space on a satellite cost anyhow? But what about EMP, wouldn’t satellites be vulnerable? (15 minute discussion of EMP. Some pretty good movies it had happened in.) Ok. So no prob. We’ll do backups at those, like, remote places on here on earth, you know what I’m talking about?  where they are saving the two each of all the worlds’ seeds? That 10, 000 foot deep cave in Svalbard. Or Switzerland. Wait a minute. Wasn’t Richard Branson doing something like this already? Fuck it. Ok. Back to the start. XWire would let you get your money the fastest way possible from point A to point B.  Money, or Bitcoin? Both. In fact, any coin. Yes, any coin. You know, Xwire should really have Bit in the name. Bit-this and Bit-that were no-brainers for a good coin name. BitWire. Nice. Wait a minute. Money moving, money transfer. What’s that thing called, y’know, when you send money overseas? The international bank wire system? Yea. SWIFT.

Fuck BitWire.

BitSwift was her name.





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Part 4. Little BitSwift and the Glory of Paul

For a hustler, or a grifter, or a down-on-his-luck dev, for foot soldiers in a pump group, for the leaders of a pump group, an ICO is a brilliant play.

The same cannot be said for an exchange owner. The same profits are there, but the risk is exponentially higher. After all, you are getting in bed with – let’s see. Hustlers. Grifters. Pumpers. Future ronin. And down-on-their-luck Devs.

One  must wonder. What was Lin thinking?

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This is how a fake ICO works:

The foot soldiers commit to buying a certain amount the coin during the ICO. The leaders get 100% of the BTC generated from the ICO back, and refund the foot soldiers what they bought, without taking back the coins involved. This means the soldiers can sell these coins later at any price above 1 satoshi – and it is all pure profit, since they got their original BTC back already.

Of course fig leafs are needed for such a play. Large chunks of ICO are set aside for “marketing” and “development”. Conveniently, it is the ICO leaders who control these addresses.

One would think this sort of thing would eventually boomerang back on the leaders. And usually it does. But only for awhile. Because after the fud subsides, the only people left in the coin are those who are “investors”  and “believers”. And for very different reasons, these stakeholders have no interest in seeing truth emerge.

Investors don’t want to demand truth and accountability. That would tank the price forever and they would never be able to realize any gain, or even get out alive.

The believers are a species unto themselves. They develop a cult like devotion to the coin and its supposed technology, blocking out all reasonable outside voices. They cultivate a devotion to the leader of the coin – usually the dev – and join with him in his messianic complex,  which is defined roughly like this: CoinX is going to change the world, and the world doesn’t want that to happen. Paid forces are out to get the leader, and we must circle around him.

If it all gets too much, the leaders of the coin just remove it from the public eye. They retreat to a private forum or bb, where only the voices of the leader and followers can be heard.

That is how a fake ICO works.  This is how little BitSwift came into this world.

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Electronic pulses are a beautiful thing. Those flickers of pixels on the screen that convey a tight, definite chunk of information, an amount, a number. They exist for just a few seconds, then suddenly are gone forever.

We were all watching those numbers weren’t we, my former brothers-in-arms? The night the BitSwift spoils were divided amongst us? Each of us in our individual darkened rooms the world over.... The numbers came up on the screen, one by one. The chat silent, so silent. We knew each other only by nicks. And in that silence, every thirty seconds, another one of our nicks was spoken.
 
Seconds after each name was spoken, a large quantity of Swift would flicker on to the screen, safely high in the order book, then immediately disappear. Another nick would be spoken. Another pool of silence. Another large sell appearing, then immediately cancelled. We were proving our buy-in, that we had in fact bought what we said we bought during the ICO.  Each of us in turn demonstrating allegiance, presenting blood - and few minutes later each of our wallets flickered with that lovely unconfimed transaction symbol - our foot-soldier's share of the BTC.

This was how little Bitswift was born.

 


In the days after the sold-out ICO we fell to work. There was a roadmap to write, whitepapers to be written, tweeting to be done. Everyone had a role to play. Our intention was to make Swift a real coin.

This was not entirely altruistic. We all held large amounts of Swift. The stronger the coin, the larger our reward. And almost to our surprise - little BitSwift was a scrappy little kid. She grew fast, like a puppy not spared the milk. And lucky for her, she had Paul.

Paul was a savant. There is no getting around that. It fell to Paul to define what Bitswift was because that was Paul’s forte – white papers, technology, and networks. And though none of us understood it at the time, this was a perfect match. BitSwift had no identity. It was a blank canvas, an uncarved chunk of marble. Paul could make anything he wanted of it.

These are renaissance metaphors, gentle reader, because only renaissance metaphors will suffice to convey what happened next. Michelangelo was given the Sistine Chapel. Paul was given little BitSwift. And just as the frescos soared across the vaulted ceilings of the Sistine, Paul’s savant, Hieronymic vision of all the block chain could ever be began to pour into BitSwift.  BitSwift would be the glory of Paul.



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Intermezzo:

Gentle reader, I am speaking to you.

My back is to the stage. Looking past me you can see  -can’t you? - that the stage has gone empty and quiet.

Where is Bob? He has not shown his face in days.

Where is Steven? He was moderating the “new, official” Bay thread. But he has not been there in days.

Where is David? He posted a long, rambling manifesto about the world conspiring against him, and then went silent.

Where is Paul? He has locked the official BitSwift thread and told his followers to board his ship and sail with him into the future.

Where is Lin? Where is the Salamander?

Gentle reader. We are early in the fourth act. The gruesome bloodletting of the past days has taken pause. The dogs of war have been kenneled. We do not know what happens next. Or perhaps we do. It is a Tragedy, after all.

We must continue with the Story of Bob. The best of times is over now. There is only self-destruction, treachery and revenge to come. We will see bagholders become backstabbers. We will see his group fall upon each other like wolves in a month-long spasm of greed, mistrust and betrayal that ends in the chaos of BitBay.

And it all began with the mole.




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Part 5:  Everything Falls Apart



Part 1: Bob.


There was a mole in the group.

We figured this out about halfway through XST. We were getting dumped into every time we pushed.

The worst part about the mole was not the information they stole, or the BTC they cost us, it was what they did to the fabric of the group. We were unable to root out the mole, and this changed everything.

The group chat had up until then been a rowdy, raucous free for all where Bob and the footsoldiers rubbed shoulders and smoked weed every day. Plays were discussed, strategies analyzed. Bob would hold forth on how to trade, how to make stacks. He would greet everyone with delight as they arrived. Bro! How you doin? You selling some? Don’t be greedy man, put up some small sells every day. But most of the chat was way off topic. Real estate in South America. How to stop Isis. Profit margins in a pizza business. Nootropics. Tattoos. Every variety of sex known to or ever possibly performed by humans, including midget clowns. Especially midget clowns.

The chat was our dusty meeting place that we hurried to as soon as we switched on our computers each day. It was open all day on our phones at work. It was the last window closed before sleep at night. And upon awakening, we would scroll the hundreds of messages, hungry for everything we had missed out on while sleeping.

That all came to an end because of the mole. And because the chat was our very heart, it was the beginning of the end for the group.

Once we were aware there was a mole, strategy was rarely talked about in the chat. Group plays were no longer discussed among equals, they were passed down from on high, carefully filtered. Bob withdrew from the chat more and more.
 
This killed us. The foot soldiers missed Bob. We liked him a lot. We had gathered around closely whenever he was there. And now he was mostly gone.

We were increasingly without a leader. Paul’s cool, cerebral style attracted some of the soldiers, but that could not fill the vacuum of Bob. The Salamander was even less suited to step in and lead. He was not a social animal like Bob. He was a quiet man, a fixer, a behind the scenes specialist.

But Bob did not see these things and trusted that somehow the group was being led. His mind was elsewhere. He was getting ready to leave for nearly a month on a trip and would not be back until just before the BitBay ICO.  The Salamander was leaving the same day for Asia, where he would be coordinating preparations for BitBay.  Bob asked Paul to hold the fort while he was gone.



2) The Salamander

I knew the Salamander least of all. He rarely spoke in the chat unless directly addressed. It was clear Bob trusted him, and that he played a key role in the group. But it was unclear to almost all of us who he was, and what exactly he did.

What I will tell you of the Salamander I mainly found out later, after things had fallen apart. And that was this: he was the fixer. The briefcase guy. The one who would go where the job needed to get done, then leave. And no one would know he had been there.

He had found us the coin for BitSwift. He was quietly involved in a half a other dozen coins. He had open back channels to almost everyone in crypto. He was everything Bob was not: quiet, methodical, invisible.

As the group began to stumble, the Salamander on his way to Asia to coordinate the BitBay ICO with the Chinese partners and David Zimbeck. In a perfect world, this would have worked out well. After all, the Salamander was a fixer. A project organizer. But as you know, gentle reader, this was not to be.


3) The bag holders.

We were looking for a leader. We came to the chat every day as October wore on. Anyone seen Bob?  became a standard phrase we would find sitting in the chat window. Rotting. Unanswered. Just a blinking cursor.

The Mintpal 2.0 launch delay had killed us. Of course we had stayed in XST too long. We could have been out with 200 – 300% profits. But the air had been thick with moon talk and the tech looked good and Bob didn’t actually tell us directly, get out. now.  Bob never said, no more. So we stayed in, and got hammered by dumps.

It was decided that XST launching on Mintpal 2.0 was going to be our exit. But Mintpal went down in flames and soon after, weaknesses were uncovered in the Stealth anon. XST tanked. And we were truly screwed.

Less than a month later, Swift was at the top, up almost 400% since the ICO. And the same thing happened. Everyone – Bob included  - was talking moon. So we did not exit. We foot soldiers wanted to be team players, so we set high support. And got dumped into again.

Around that time, about a dozen people from the crew had decided to do a meet up in Amsterdam. Bob changed his flights so he could be there. The Salamander was on his way to Asia, and he too rebooked. When chat started streaming in from the whole crew in the basement of the Bulldog in Amsterdam it sounded fucking legendary. One of us messaged back, what is Bob saying about Swift?

I can’t believe those guys haven’t gotten out. What, they are up 300% and that’s not enough? What have I said, over and over again. Don’t be greedy. Sell a little every day.

Bob was almost out of Swift. Paul was just getting started. We were holding bags of worthless XST, and had missed our exit from Swift. There was a mole in the group. We had no leader. The mood was turning foul.

Everything was falling apart.



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Intermezzo:

The BitBay ICO was a different animal for Bob’s group. It was, in some ways, a risky move.

For the first time, Bob would not control the coin.

Bob’s involvement was fairly limited: the Chinese heavies who were starting BitBay had lined up a dev in Zimbeck. But they had no expertise in marketing a coin. This was to be the responsibility of Bob and his group, in return for their share of the ICO.

The problem was that Bob did not control the majority of the coin supply. Bob was an old school pumper: he knew that knowing where the coins were, and having control over what was happening with them was crucial for moving a market. With BitBay the Chinese would hold the majority of the coins. And they could shaft Bob at anytime.

The Salamander was sent to China to sign off on the deal for Bob. The Salamander was not supposed to be the fixer this time around: Steve was in charge of the project. And Zimbeck of Halo fame had signed on to be the dev.

But what the Salamander found happening in Cambodia needed fixing. And that’s where the trouble began.





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Part 6.  The Fall of the Salamander


Gentle readers. Look at the stage.

There is movement now. Different shades of darkness within the darkness.

You can see the ronin, my former brothers-in-arms, warming themselves around fires in the shadows of Paul and David. But they are fewer now. How many of you are left?
How many of you have laid down your weapons and withdrawn to your homes, your families?
 
You can see the darkness that has enveloped Bob. The darkness of a leader without followers, cut off from his greatness. Alone.

You can see the battle camps of Paul and David, ringed by the fires of their ronin.  They have found each other in the darkness. War makes strange bedfellows. Now they are pegging their fortunes and trying desperately not to fall.

Deep in the backround you can see Lin. Unmoving. Invisible. Betting that everyone will finish each other off, leaving him unscathed.

You can see Steve. Tied to his sins, roped permanently to David. Sinking slowly in this wine dark sea.

But you cannot see the Salamander.

He was the first to fall.



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When the Salamander saw what was happening in Cambodia he should have just walked away. He should have gotten on the plane and messaged Bob it’s a clusterfuck. Keep the fuck out.

But he didn’t.

The Salamander was a fixer.  He was not supposed to be the fixer in BitBay though. He was supposed to be the briefcase man, the bridge between the Chinese and Bob. After all, months earlier, the Chinese had brought on the wunderkind Zimbeck; no one imagined that Zimbeck would become the one thing that needed fixing the most – but the one thing that could not be fixed.

For starters, Zimbeck was in Cambodia. The logic was that Zimbeck could hire and train a team of Cambodian devs for a fraction of what that might cost in the West. There was just one problem with this. There seemed to be no devs in Cambodia. And Zimbeck was having no luck training devs himself. He was even having problems getting the first Bay wallet to compile.

The Salamander looked at this situation, and looked at the BitBay roadmap. Smart contracts were supposed to be released in three weeks. A functioning decentralized market in less than two months. This was clearly a situation in need of fixing.

There was another problem. David began to tell the Salamander that of all the technology he was working on, only the pegging would be exclusive to Bay. Everything else – the multicoin wallet, the markets, the mesh technology  - would be shared with Halo. He even told Salamander that the Halo Nighttrader and markets would be released about the same time as BitBay.

The Salamander knew this was a headshot for BitBay.  BitBay’s whole identity was to be the first online decentralized marketplace. To have Halo offering essentially to license the same thing to anyone who came along made no sense at all.  Again – here was a situation that needed fixing.

But there was a problem. Somewhere along the line, David had become a partner in BitBay. So no one could tell him what to do.

It is standard operating procedure in any corporation, even in politics – that when one takes on a partnership role, one must divest oneself of any asset that can lead to conflict of interest. But this had not happened here. David was full speed ahead on Halo. While being a partner in Bay. And since he was a partner, no one could exert any authority over him.

The situation could not possibly be fixed.

This was the Salamander’s fatal mistake. He should have turned around and messaged Bob, it’s a clusterfuck. Stay the fuck away.

But he didn’t. He set about trying to fix the situation.

Gentle reader. You all know what happened next. David and the Salamander fought each other to a bloody finish, first in private, and then in public.

The irony in David’s situation is this: he was a full partner in Bay. Bay was not yet tarnished – it had heavy backing, and a shot at being the first true decentralized marketplace in Asia. If he had just ported Halo into Bay and respected basic divestment procedures, he could have been rich beyond what Halo would ever make him.

Instead, there he is, gentle readers – before you on the stage. Encamped in the darkness. Exiled. Surrounded by rings of believers, and the fires of his ronin.

We will return to David. But first we must witness the rest of the Salamander’s fall.


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Intermezzo:

My former brothers-in-arms.
 
There is nothing more dangerous than unpaid soldiers.  All of you got your share of the BitSwift ICO. But many of you were paid nothing from Bay.  

You now have two scores to settle. One for money, and one for revenge.
 
Some of you are now riding for Paul. He became your leader long ago. Your saddlebags are filled with Swift, and your fate is thrown in with his.

Some of you are now riding for Zimbeck.  Bob did not pay you your share of the Bay ICO, and Zimbeck was right there when you turned. He wanted revenge on Bob and the Salamander. And so did you. And now, your bags heavy with Bay from the ICO, you must ride for Zimbeck if you hope to ever get out alive.

Some of you are still riding for Bob. You were paid from the BitBay ICO. Nothing has changed for you.

Oh my brothers, I see you. I see each of you. I recognize you in the torch light as you pass. On your way to strike a hidden blow for Bob. Or Paul. Or David.
  
I do not judge you. You are ronin. You are my brothers in arms.

Do not judge me for telling this tale. My dagger is not drawn for you.



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The Salamander was falling apart.

By now, he was the only leader left in the group. Bob was AWOL, and Paul had left the group in late October, leaving only the Salamander to hold things together.

The Salamander was spectacularly unsuited for this role. He was quiet, prone to mood swings, and exhausted from weeks of trying to fix the BitBay situation. He felt like he was the only one in the group working hard. Bob was nowhere to be found, and without a leader, the group was coasting; except for the occasional tweet or forum post, no one seemed to be doing anything. Bay had gone briefly above 300 just after the ICO, fallen back to ICO price, and then began its steady decline.

The situation in Cambodia was going from bad to worse. Zimbeck was unable to compile the first Bay wallet, which the exchange would require to release the first ICO funds. The Salamander stepped in and fixed the situation, bringing in another dev who solved in a few hours the problem that had stumped Zimbeck for days. A fight then broke out in which Zimbeck berated the dev and called him a monkey, ending any chance of further help.

The development schedule fell more and more behind. Zimbeck spent increasing amounts of time and energy on the forums distancing himself from the Bay project. He was a partner in BitBay and had received his share of the ICO funds already - facts he was keeping hidden from public view -  so nothing could be done to bring him into line. Even worse, a massive amount of free coins had been released to David. David refused to lock these coins up in escrow.  This made any kind of pump from Bob’s side far too risky. Bob made it clear to the Chinese he would not risk a pump until David’s coins were safely locked away. David refused. The situation was at an impasse. There would be no pump.

It was now weeks after the ICO. Bitbay was steadily dropping in price. None of the elements needed for a marketing push were being delivered to the Salamander. The website could not be built, because there were no screenshots of smart wallets, or coherent written explanations from David as to exactly how any of the promised tech would work: hedging, pegging, the marketplace, smart contracts, or the mesh tech. And when the smart wallet was finally delivered a week overdue, it didn’t work.

Nothing to market with. A broken wallet.  No pump machine. A dev who was answerable to no one.

He was trying to fix BitBay, and he was getting nowhere.

During the same weeks, the foot soldiers were looking to the Salamander for answers that were just not there. They had been told that they would have to ‘work hard’ this time to get an ICO cut – but it wasn’t really clear what that meant. And they had not gotten paid. They were waiting for the pump to begin, but with no marketing materials, a broken wallet,  and no Bob – there was nothing to pump on.

They began to simply blame it on Bob. So few of the ICO’s dirty little secrets were known to them – the fake BTC at BTer, the problems behind the scenes with David,  the immense number of free coins that were actually out there – that the foot soldiers simply could not understand why the coin wasn’t being pumped. They could not understand the simple sentence they kept hearing again and again. It’s not our coin. It’s not our coin.

The price of Bay kept falling. The foot soldiers bags grew heavier. The mood grew more foul. Everyone wanted answers from the Salamander. And he had none.

He grew sour and bitter in the group chat. He spoke openly against Bob. This went on for days until others began to tell him they were sick of his moaning, and that he should leave.

It was that very evening that Bob finally returned to the chat. Back from his trip, moved into a new apartment, internet finally hooked up.  He was in a jovial mood and did not notice the mutinous atmosphere when first arrived. People began to question him about getting paid. It seemed as though Bob was not taking any of it seriously. He told the Salamander to lighten up.

And that was all it took.

The Salamander left the chat. His icon blinked once. And then it was gone.


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Gentle reader.

The time has come to end this story.

I will tell you the fates of Bob and Steven and Lin and the Salamander. And Paul and David.

And I will finish with a word to the people I miss the most.

My brothers in arms.

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Bob

Bob was outplayed by the Chinese. Played to a draw by David. Abandoned by his lieutenants. Cursed by his soldiers. And now he is nearly alone.

But I think I will take an extra moment here for Bob. After all, it is the Story of Bob.

People like to hate Bob. I saw his other side, so it's not so black and white for me. Twice in six months guys on the crew got hacked and lost all their coins. Got taken down to zero. Bob heard about it both times, and made it right, behind the scenes.

One strange thing about Bob I never quite figured out. He liked people who clearly hated him. Even after someone became his enemy, he still liked them a lot. Back when the mole was doing the most damage, I was on Mumble in the middle of the night with him one night. No one else around. We were smoking weed and speculating on who might be the mole in the group.  About one guy in particular, a guy who was really, really smart. Bob said, yea.... it might be him. Your right. He paused. But you know what? Even if it is him? I still like him a lot.

But in the end, I can't say I feel sorry for Bob. The group falling apart was his fault. I saw it coming a mile away, and I made sure I got paid before I left.  My brothers who didn’t collect?  Bob will have ronin after him for months.

Perhaps you would have liked it if Bob had been put out of the Game for good. But he will be back. How could he not? There are too many coins that want pumping. Too many people who want profit. There will always be foot-soldiers. Look over in nearby threads. There will always be “believers”. There will always be “investors”.  And there will always be messiahs to lead them.


Steven

Steven is still falling. He is tied to his sins, roped permanently to David. Sinking slowly in this wine dark sea.


Lin
Lin escapes. He lives to fight another day. His strategy worked. There is no moral outcry over his actions. No one has started a viral campaign against BTer.
So disappointing. Gentle reader, you would have liked to see him fall. But you left it up to Bob and Paul and Steven and the Salamander. Lin proved himself smarter than all of them. And you simply did not care.


The Salamander

The Salamander will eventually return. He is a fixer. A briefcase man. There is always be a need for him. We all hatch plans and set events in motion. We all are involved in larger movements. Salamanders move on a right angle plane to our movements, our events, our lives, unseen. They fix what needs fixing. And then they disappear.

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What a disappointing ending so far. So ambiguous. All the bad guys are getting off easy.
 
We would like a sharper moral clarity to come out of this sad mess. We would like it if – at the end of this story  – the world would appear a little different than when we started this tale.

But it doesn’t, does it?

In this story we have seen both Swift and BitBay  get created out of thin air. We have watched both ICO’s get staged by Bob Surplus. Devs who have collaborated knowingly and willingly in his rigged ICO’s and reaped handsome rewards are still comfortably in their jobs, supported by their communities.

During the four days of this story, both BitBay dev and the BitSwift dev moved their coins to private forums. Away from the public eye. Their “investors” and “believers” applauded these moves.

During this time, the market price of BitSwift is relatively unchanged. The same is true of BitBay
.
So the altcoin market around us has spoken. It has shrugged. It is morally unimpressed.

You cannot expect your story teller to give you a better ending than the ending that is actually happening, can you?

An ending that includes both these devs coming to these very pages to sneer at Bob Surplus?

Proclaiming their own moral superiority to people of his type?

Gentle reader.

Now you know who my dagger is for.

The hypocrites.

The doxxers.

The cowards.



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The Hypocrites

You profited from your alliances with Bob. You were in on the ICO's. You dev the coins he midwifed. You cling tightly to the money he helped you make. All the while proclaiming that he is scum, that he should swing for his sins.


The Doxxers - on all sides

You fancy yourselves as heroes. As equalizers.
 
You give yourself a moral free card, because you are convinced of the righteousness of your cause.

You give yourself the right to be judge, jury, and executioner.
 
You are the worst kind of coward. And this is why:

You could act on your own information. You could get on that plane.

You could go knock on that door.

But you hope someone else will do your dirty work.

That someone else will settle your score.

That someone will ‘get what’s coming to them’

With you at a safe moral distance.

You say, but I am doing it for others.

No. You are not.

If "others" really want it done, they can do the research. They can get on that plane. They can go knock on that door.

Do you really believe it is ok to be judge, jury and executioner? You do?

My dagger is for you.


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To my brothers in arms. You know who you are.

I would like to end on a serious note. Thank you for the discussion of penises.  Weed.  Midget clown sex. Calise. Especially Calise. Panamanian land prices. West coast pizza. The bitch who stole the money. East coast snowstorms. Weed.  Anarchism. Nootropics.  Bill Clinton. The Middle East. RG3. GTA.  Weed. Taylor Swift.  For each bro. Each lol.  And everything in between.


The End.


I could listen to this guy all day.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: coinits on July 26, 2015, 06:58:26 PM
Once upon a time there was a guy named Bob.

He really should have lived thirty years earlier. His true calling – and I told him this several times – was to be a pimp running mid level hookers in Detroit or Cleveland. That’s where his taste for impressive champagnes and black cars and large powerboats rented by the hour would have found its natural home, its natural pasture.
 
Unfortunately for Bob, and unfortunately for a lot coins with teenage names like XCloud, XST, BitSwift, Halo, and BitBay, he came of age some thirty five years later in a time when fortunes were out there to be made, and young men in their mothers basements the world over were intent on making them.

This proved to also be unfortunate for a number of these young men who had recently made it out of their mothers’ basements and into the world of making crypto coins. They were brave dreamers, with teenage names like Miu, David, Lin, Paul, Salamander, and Steven – but to Bob, they were just players in the game.

Bob and these starry eyed boys did what starry eyed boys do. They hatched plans and they scammed people and used the money for hookers and blow and weed and mortgage payments. But it never seemed to lead to fairy tale endings. In fact, it led to train wrecks. Massive train wrecks.
 
This is a satisfying way for stories to end – everyone gets what they deserve. And in this situation, everyone seems to be getting what they deserve. Perfect moral structure in the story.
 
But to understand a train wreck, we need to understand who was driving the train, who was shoveling coal, who was the monkey, and who built the tracks.  We have to go back to the beginning. We have to figure out how Bob and Steve and David and Paul and Lin and Salamander all know each other - if we want to understand why they now all hate each other, and are tearing each other apart in public. We have to choose a beginning for this story.  Luckily that is easy. It begins with a strange thing happening to a coin called Liberty coin.



Part 2: Liberty Coin

Call me Ishmael. Many months ago, having lost a fair amount of BTC on a coin with the  teenage name of Cloak I resolved to set off into the distant oceans of treachery to find for myself the source of my downfall.

The days of Cloak were heady – it was The Promised Coin. The lines on the chart seemed like they could only go up. In the bloodrush of my approaching wealth I remember the flushing feeling of reading these two lines in the forum from someone named Bob Surplus -  “I really like this coin. I’m gonna crack open a cold wallet when I get home and buy some more.”

That night was like deep crypto Viagra. Cloak doubled in price, the rest of the world simply ceased to exist. But like all good things  - sex, packets of cocaine, the Talking Heads  - the ending came. And it was brutal. Not only did I not sell at the top, I doubled down in the 20’s, thinking, what a steal.

Everyone reading this knows what happened next. Turns out a teenaged boy barely out of his  mother’s basement put one over on me and everyone like me. Except for one person it seems.

Bob Surplus.

And lo and behold, just by chance the next day I happened upon a thread called “Winning Altcoin Picks” started by – you guessed it, gentle reader. Bob Surplus. Cracker of cold wallets. Former Eternal Lover of Cloak.

I resolved to meet my situation with fortitude. I mustered my sense of greed and rapaciousness and moral indifference and immediately sent a pm requesting a BTC address that I might follow the Master, and enter the Way.

What happened next happened very fast. Not being a young virgin innocent to the ways of the world, I can only use the young virgin metaphor in a literary sense but it will do. My violation was immediate and complete. I was immediately asked to post approving comments on his recruitment thread, this I did without hesitation. There were other young men gathering;  it had the feeling of jihad. The smell of stacks was strong, like a Tunisian perfume.

We were ushered into a chat where talk of penises was routine. That and an immediate feeling of camaraderie. I do not know if these two things were connected. I suspect they were. I had no time to meditate on this; we were told that a play was about to happen; that we should get our coins onto two exchanges. What happened next happened so fast I will be able to cover it in two sentences. We were told the play was a coin called Xcloud, and to buy in slowly, up to 4 btc worth. Everyone did this, the coin exploded, and some few hours later I exited – coached by the group’s senior members  - with 8 btc. Up 4 btc in a couple hours.

Now this was exhausting work – drinking beer, making penis jokes, and padding order books – so I went right to bed afterwards. When I woke up and looked at the charts, xCloud looked like a sad and deflated penis. I apologize gentle reader. It is a sleazy world I am leading you into. But truth is an unvarnished thing. Ask David, and Paul, and Bob, and Steve and …. Oh wait a minute. Nevermind.

Later that afternoon the chat was jovial. The talk of stacks and hookers and penises ran like a deep and powerful river. But then the mood changed. Our beloved lieutenants withdrew from the brotherly conversation.   And when they returned, they had our marching orders. It seemed a coin had come to Bob’s restless attention. And it was time for us – Bob’s own Roman Crypto Legion – to gird our loins for battle again.



Intermezzo

Gentle Readers.

I realize I have committed the ultimate sin of storytelling: I have left you with less that a clear idea of where the narrative is going.

I will make amends.

One might ask, why talk of liberty coin? Is that not yesterday's news?

After all, six months is an eternity in crypto. And forgetfulness is the balm that we would all wish upon our deeds. Right David? Bob? Paul? Steve? Lin? Perhaps others who are listening closely?

But you see, this far back we must look. For it was it was in the belly of Liberty Coin that BitSwift was born.  

That midwifery is what I shall weave the tale of next. Perhaps Bob Surplus's darkest moment.  When his newly formed group, flush with victory from XCloud, nearly disintegrated on their very next play. But the newborn scream of the baby rescued the night.

I was just a foot soldier in Bob's legion. There are others angrier than I currently wandering the darkness of this forum, striking alliances of convenience, of revenge. You gentle brethren, you know the night I am talking about. When in that darkest moment, hammering furiously on the keyboard, Bob's words rolled across our screens. Guys. I have a plan.




Liberty Coin, part 2

People think the belly of the whale must be a place of darkness. One is swallowed from the world, never to return. But in reality it is not like this at all. It is a place of camaraderie and slowly built friendships bathed in cool keyboard lights and monitor glows in silent rooms across the world where girlfriends have gone to sleep, kids are off to bed, and men have drawn their chairs into a world of tabbed windows, darkened charts, multiple open threads, and blinking pencils moving endlessly across the screen.

The best of these nights are when everyone is there. The screen is crackling with the blustering joviality of International Rob. The long, neural wanderings of BitCoinada. The occasional and distant interjections from the Salamander, who seems to be communicating from a place deep in his psyche or perhaps from a different planet, it was always hard to tell which. Us foot soldiers all crowding in and clapping each hard on the shoulders and laughing loudly about who is smoking what, which bags are being held, who got hacked. It is all so convivial, deep in the belly of the whale.

Until the whale is slaughtered, and we are all dragged out into the light.

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The word came down that Bob had made a pick. We were to accumulate a coin called Librex slowly, over the next four or five days. When this word came down from above, it was trading at just above 15 and Bob said do not buy above 20. Go slowly.

This, of course, fell on deaf ears. After all, we were young crypto jihadists waiting for our marching orders and making endless jokes about hookers and penises and here was a beautiful virgin suddenly laid before us, unaware of our intentions. Within a few hours the price was at 25 and rising. By the time the whole group found out about the pick it was over 30.

Conditions became chaotic. The late arrivals and newest recruits to the group did not know whether or not to buy. Was it too late? The young jihadists who were first on the girl ignored Bob’s instructions about dinner and flowers and were balls deep in the coin. Nor did they pull out as he had instructed. The orgy gained speed and within hours Librex was above 5.

In the few days after the Xcloud play the group had doubled in number.  Now there were so many foot soldiers crowding into the chat that it was impossible to know who was who. The air was full of dust and confusion and people posting support levels and others arguing for suppression to let latecomers in and terse interjections from the Salamander and the din of endless giddy shouting  from the young jihadists. Through it all like some connecting strand ran the endless ranting of Bob about letting his dogs out and be right back I gotta roll another joint and the moon baby the moon! all thickening into a heavy battle fog of pillage and victory covering the world around us as Librex pushed above 8.

And then - from somewhere deep in that thick, intoxicating cloud - the Salamander spoke three  words: there’s a problem.

In any drunken bus crash, there are usually one or two who are the first to notice that the bus has suddenly gone through the guard rail and is in mid-air. This was the Salamander’s gift. He had an ability to see what others could not, or would not. I came to understand this about him.

In this case, the rabid frenzy that Bob’s pump had whipped up in the forums had suddenly taken a violent turn. It had suddenly been revealed? Fabricated? – gentle reader, it matters not – that this young virgin Librex was not the virgin she had pretended to be, but apparently a clone of Liberty Coin.

Librex began to fall, not some kind of graceful fall, but like a dead body on its way to some pavement far below. She plunged through the thick support walls that the foot soldiers had all built around 7, past where the latecomers had grudgingly entered at 6.  And she kept falling.

Chaos reigned in the chat. No one knew if the fud was real. Bob was suddenly, suspiciously gone, something about how his computer had crashed. Foot soldiers who did not cancel their support fast enough suddenly owned massive amounts of Librex. The Salamander had also disappeared, after typing the mysterious words, hold on. I am talking to a guy.
 
And Librex continued her ugly fall.

By the time Bob retuned to the chat, Librex had lost 50% and was falling towards 4. He was met with a barrage of confused and angry questions from his young jihadists and it seemed he had no answers. His bluster was gone. Then, out from the army of angry pencils flying across the screen emerged a single sentence from the Salamander: I have been talking to my guy inside. The fud is real.

All the little pencils on the screen stopped. I was new and stupid to the game. I thought, everyone is letting the Salamander speak. But no. Half the group had immediately tabbed open their exchange windows and begun to sell. Librex gained speed towards the pavement, plunging through 30 and into the 20’s. Bobs pencil began to move across the screen.

Guys, I know this isn’t turning out like we planned.

It was clear Bob was off balance.

You gotta make your own decisions. I don’t know what’s really going on here.

His words were strange, full of uncertainty.

If you gotta sell you gotta sell. I can’t make that decision for you.

For someone so cocksure, so full of himself, it was a dark, unfamiliar moment.

His pencil began to move across the screen again.

Guys I know some of you have lost a lot of money here. imana make it up to you, i promise. I got a plan. i gotta new thing we are gonna do together, it’s not like this. imana  get you guys in on it. we make a coin see? and it’s our coin, none of this bullshit. it’s our coin. you guys are gonna buy in and get all your money back.

it’s an ico.




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Intermezzo:

Everyone has their fatal flaws.

In our story, gentle reader, Bob is of course the largest figure, and perhaps the most flawed. And flaws are what lead to those tragic falls from grace.  Stay with me, gentle reader as the candle mutters low. We will see Bob fall. We will see others fall. Can you feel them here around us? Trying not to fall?

You are with me now on this journey, across the wine-dark sea that stretches from Cloak to Swift and BitBay. We have heard the scream in the darkness of little BitSwift being born. BitSwift’s ungodly sibling Bay lies still hidden in the womb. She will emerge in due course as our candle gutters low.

We spoke of flaws. And greatness, and how they are perhaps two sides of the same coin. The hustler Bob had one enormous greatness. He liked people. More than Bitcoin, more than rented powerboats and blow, he liked to talk with people, hear about their lives, draw out their stories. My former brothers-in-arms all know this. You, in Panama. You, in London. You who lived on pizza. It’s why we all liked Bob. He was our charismatic leader. And he genuinely liked us.

But charismatic leaders come in all different forms. In the darkest Greek tragedies, the best ones enter quietly, late in the second act. Unrecognized.

As darkness fell over the battlefield that night of Librex, little did we know who was about to enter our group, and change so much of what came next.  





Part 3: Schizophrenia

Prelude:
You who read this are innocent in varying degrees. You are here in crypto because you are playing the game, some for noble reasons, some for reasons of profit. Some of you think crypto is going to change the world. Some of you have been to bed with her and had the night of your lives. And want that night again. Most of you feel both of these things to some degree – but not one of us is innocent. When you type in your 2fa there is always that special plugging-in sensation, isn’t there?

But into what?

What part of yourself? What is that heroin flow that begins?


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If the newborn scream of BitSwift came in the darkest moment of Librex, it was also ultimately a fatal childbirth for Bob’s group.

The universe is fundamentally emergent. When deep conflicts exist, humans emerge to embody them and explore them, to play them out and resolve them on the human stage. This is how the universe discovers itself. This is why classic mythology is structured the way it is. Our world already had Bob. But to explore and ultimately resolve the inherent tension between profit and idealism in crypto – that same unresolved, unexamined tension within you, dear reader - Bob’s doppelganger would need to emerge.

None of us understood this at the time, awakening as we did to the smoldering ruins of Librex. We were young jihadists in a foul mood, ready to mutiny and doxx and do all the angry things that betrayed young men do. That a small, red Canadian maple leaf suddenly appearing in the group’s chat window could mean so much  -  well who could know that?

As Kierkegaard said, life can only be understood looking backwards, but it must be lived going forward.

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The day after the Librex fiasco Bob’s team was in tatters. Someone had opened a second, hidden chat channel where only foot soldiers had access, and here the air was thick with paranoia and revolt. Had Bob’s computer really crashed in the middle of the play? He had said something about having to run down to his office – these were his exact words in the Cloak thread just before he had dumped everything the month before. And what about the Salamander? Did any of us actually know who he was? Was there any way to be certain he was not Bob?

Librex was gasping at just above 4. The sell pressure was massive and most of the group’s members had lost all their BTC in support the night before and needed at least 7 or 8 to get out alive.  Bob had loaded support into the low twenties but it was going to take a massive push and some fat stacks to levitate the corpse of Librex and send her back towards 8. It was right about this time that the small red maple leaf appeared with the name Coinada and Bob’s words rolled across the screen, guys I want you to meet Paul. We go way back. He’s not really in the group but I want you to look on him like a leader, like me or the Salamander.

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Paul exploded into the group. He did not seem to sleep; he had massive stacks of BTC and deployed them ruthlessly. Over the next 48 hrs he singlehandedly transformed both the group’s energy and the charts of Librex. The foot soldiers were drawn to him and followed his lead, jumping at the chance to eat whatever smaller walls their stacks would allow. Paul’s attitude was ruthless and manic. If  some smaller group tried to dump into his support and stop his advance he would sight up the charts, find their five or ten btc encampment and attack it, saying fuck you man, you’re my bitch now. And Bob’s foot soldiers – now Paul’s foot soldiers - would pour through the breach after him, mopping up what was left from Paul’s assault. Within days Librex was comfortably in double digits, with Paul holding the fort seemingly without sleep.

This led into the best months the group would ever have. Coinada Paul and Bob working smoothly together, our leaders. The Salamander was always there in the background, strangely hidden.  XST was played. NHZ was played. But this cannot be a story about every coin Bob’s group played the last six months. It is not that story.

There is a baby crying for our attention. Little BitSwift.

Though that was not yet her name.



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Intermezzo

Gentle reader.

The best Greek tragedies are the darkest ones. They take us deep into a world where we can see everything happen before it happens, and so our primary emotion as we watch the characters choose their actions is one of disbelief. Of horror. This is where the darkness comes from as we watch the tragedy unfold. We know it is completely unnecessary. That at each moment, any of the actors – so much larger than life as we watch them – could step back, choose differently, and avoid their fate.

In these tragedies the chorus is usually silent the first two acts. They are – like you gentle reader – facing the stage, watching things unfold. It is only when the protagonists start making inexplicable choices, the choices that will doom them, that one by one, the ragged and unkempt men of the chorus begin to turn towards the audience, raising their voices against the voices of the actors, bemoaning what is occurring, lashing out at hidden forces that the actors can apparently not see. As the third act thickens this becomes overwhelming, and the sea of voices from both stage and the chorus becomes a din of chaotic foreshadowing in real time as the actors plunge towards self-destruction.

This is where we are, isn’t it, dear reader?

Watching Bob, and David, and Paul, and the Salamander - and everyone they will drag with them - self-destruct, in real time?

And the riveting horror of it, that it does not need to be happening, but it is? Right before our eyes?

Gentle reader. I shall try to keep my voice low. But I have turned from the stage now. I am talking to  you.




Part 3: Schizophrenia (continued)

From the start, Bob said over and over again, never fall in love with a coin. Sell a little every day he would say. 40% profit is good. 60% is good. In the days when our pumps were working like a well-tuned Detroit diesel he would greet us foot soldiers as we arrived in the chat, howya doin today man. you selling a little today? Don’t be greedy man. Put some small sells up there.

In the early days he was full of wisdom like this. He was genuinely trying to teach us how to make money. Bob was an old school pumper, this was what he did. Of course, his words mainly fell on deaf ears. Few of us were there to learn how to trade. We were young jihadists looking for stacks of BTC. How do you not fall in love with a coin who has drawn you in with her smooth legs, has her hand around your stack and is stroking it to a size it has never been before? How do you pull yourself away from something like that?

The problem was, if you didn’t pull out, you were guaranteed to end up holding bags at the top. And that started happening in the plays. During the XST pump everyone could have been out with 200% profit but guys were still pushing, building support at more than 300%, and when the music stopped (those endless days of waiting for Mintpal to launch V2)  many in the group were left holding large bags at the top.  The BitSwift pump.  400% gains.  But again, bagholders at the top. During the four months between August and December, the one guy who made the most money in the group was the one guy who was never there. He simply entered and exited when Bob said so. When asked how much money he had made during those months, he responded with his laconic southern drawl, well, more money than most americans make in a year I suppose …


But we figured all of this out too late, didn’t we, my former brothers-in-arms?  
I know you are listening to me. You are out there in the darkness of this forum, all of you. Outcast ronin. Striking up alliances of convenience and revenge.
You remember those times.  200% profit in a couple days seemed like nothing. We were after stacks. We wanted to be like Paul and Bob. We wanted to prove ourselves to be ballers, so we left 300%  in our rear view mirrors and threw up high support walls and ate up bids to make new floors. We wanted that thumping, pulsing feeling in the chat of saying, i just put 2 btc right below you. i’ll take it to 890. gotta go out for a bit but I’m leaving support at 1750.  ok, I’m ready to push. who’s with me?



We were not playing it like Bob, selling on the way up. We were not playing it like Paul, who would quickly arbitrage his pushes on a different exchange to reload his stacks. We wanted to be like them. But we were not doing it like them.

We grew angry. We felt like we were being team players, putting up high support, getting dumped into. And then it seemed like ‘the plan’ – whatever that was  - would suddenly be over, and we were off to a new coin. And no one was telling us what ‘the plan’ was to get out of the last coin, how we were to get rid of those bags.

There was a schizophrenia growing in the group as well, and this was between the leadership styles of Bob and Paul. This – like everything else here – is only clear in hindsight. It started in XST, and ended in Amsterdam.

Paul was cerebral, and the group was taking on coins that had increasingly interesting tech possibilities behind them. Paul liked talking to the devs, meditating on the ideas and possibilities behind them. Bob on the other hand was only interested in the tech insofar as it gave us a marketing angle over other coins. Tech that could translate into stacks.

You dear reader – I know you. I know what just happened in your head. Paul is the good guy. And Jesus, that Bob, what a scumbag.

But are you so innocent, dear reader? You have never held a coin and were frustrated that the dev seemed unable or uninterested in communicating its tech to the world? A coin that could have, should have been worth two, three times as much?

You have, dear reader. I know you.

You are not Paul alone. You are Bob as well.

Know thyself.


Our pumps would take a few weeks to plan, take positions, establish PR, then move the coin up the charts with  all the normal tools -  forum hype, tweets, everything that would set the magic merry-go -round of hope and dreams in motion. And what ended up happening was this:  by that third or fourth week, in  XST or Swift, when 200% and 300% were far below us, out of memory, like an ugly girl we once dated, Paul and Bob  - our leaders – would be on completely different pages.

Psychologically, and financially, Bob would be on his way out of the coin. But Paul would be just getting started. He was, after all, a crypto idealist.

This proved to be fatal in BitSwift.

Paul fell in love with the coin.

Ahhh. Little Bitswift.

My apologies dear reader. I know you want to hear all about little BitSwift, and how she came to be. We are almost there.

But to understand how BitSwift was born, we had to first understand the world she was being born into. The bagholders. The growing schism within the group. The leaders. These are the people who created little BitSwift. These are the people who profited from her being born.

I must rest. I am not sure what the muses will speak of next, Amsterdam or little BitSwift. The death of the group. Or the glory of Paul.

Somewhere out there the ungodly, bastard child BitBay awaits her entrance. With Lin and David and Steve and Bob and the Salamander and Halo and thousands of fake BTC and Holly from Taiwan.
 
I must rest.

I must rest.



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Intermezzo:

Her name was not BitSwift at the start. It was Timeshare Coin.

Gentle reader, when you have stopped laughing, I will continue.

Thank you.

We could not pull an ICO out of thin air. We had to have a coin. And that coin had to have a dev, and be crypto-certified and not launched yet. Once we found that coin  - we could just rebrand it into anything we wanted for our ICO.

The Salamander found Timeshare Coin. It was a slam dunk. Ready to launch, a perfect coin for our ICO, but the name had to go. In fact, the whole timeshare concept had to go – it was too sleazy.

We started brainstorming a stronger concept.  Paradise Coin (Condo Ownership).  Real Estate Coin (Industrial property). We argued for a couple hours over what was a better investment, vacation property or commercial real estate. Half the conversation was about how much Bob hated condos. We decided that shit was too complicated. We had a great name from before  - XWire. We could slap that onto the coin.  But we didn’t know what XWire was. We just knew it was a cool name for a coin. Bob said arrright I gotta walk my dogs, you guys figure out what the coin’s gonna be. People started coming with ideas. XWire would let you transmit Bitcoin faster than the block chain. How? Well …. it would use dedicated satellite transmission. Satellites? Hmmm. Wait a minute. What about putting btc wallets in satellites? In case of like – typhoons and nuclear war and shit. Yea, that was a good idea. How much did renting hard disk space on a satellite cost anyhow? But what about EMP, wouldn’t satellites be vulnerable? (15 minute discussion of EMP. Some pretty good movies it had happened in.) Ok. So no prob. We’ll do backups at those, like, remote places on here on earth, you know what I’m talking about?  where they are saving the two each of all the worlds’ seeds? That 10, 000 foot deep cave in Svalbard. Or Switzerland. Wait a minute. Wasn’t Richard Branson doing something like this already? Fuck it. Ok. Back to the start. XWire would let you get your money the fastest way possible from point A to point B.  Money, or Bitcoin? Both. In fact, any coin. Yes, any coin. You know, Xwire should really have Bit in the name. Bit-this and Bit-that were no-brainers for a good coin name. BitWire. Nice. Wait a minute. Money moving, money transfer. What’s that thing called, y’know, when you send money overseas? The international bank wire system? Yea. SWIFT.

Fuck BitWire.

BitSwift was her name.





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Part 4. Little BitSwift and the Glory of Paul

For a hustler, or a grifter, or a down-on-his-luck dev, for foot soldiers in a pump group, for the leaders of a pump group, an ICO is a brilliant play.

The same cannot be said for an exchange owner. The same profits are there, but the risk is exponentially higher. After all, you are getting in bed with – let’s see. Hustlers. Grifters. Pumpers. Future ronin. And down-on-their-luck Devs.

One  must wonder. What was Lin thinking?

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This is how a fake ICO works:

The foot soldiers commit to buying a certain amount the coin during the ICO. The leaders get 100% of the BTC generated from the ICO back, and refund the foot soldiers what they bought, without taking back the coins involved. This means the soldiers can sell these coins later at any price above 1 satoshi – and it is all pure profit, since they got their original BTC back already.

Of course fig leafs are needed for such a play. Large chunks of ICO are set aside for “marketing” and “development”. Conveniently, it is the ICO leaders who control these addresses.

One would think this sort of thing would eventually boomerang back on the leaders. And usually it does. But only for awhile. Because after the fud subsides, the only people left in the coin are those who are “investors”  and “believers”. And for very different reasons, these stakeholders have no interest in seeing truth emerge.

Investors don’t want to demand truth and accountability. That would tank the price forever and they would never be able to realize any gain, or even get out alive.

The believers are a species unto themselves. They develop a cult like devotion to the coin and its supposed technology, blocking out all reasonable outside voices. They cultivate a devotion to the leader of the coin – usually the dev – and join with him in his messianic complex,  which is defined roughly like this: CoinX is going to change the world, and the world doesn’t want that to happen. Paid forces are out to get the leader, and we must circle around him.

If it all gets too much, the leaders of the coin just remove it from the public eye. They retreat to a private forum or bb, where only the voices of the leader and followers can be heard.

That is how a fake ICO works.  This is how little BitSwift came into this world.

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Electronic pulses are a beautiful thing. Those flickers of pixels on the screen that convey a tight, definite chunk of information, an amount, a number. They exist for just a few seconds, then suddenly are gone forever.

We were all watching those numbers weren’t we, my former brothers-in-arms? The night the BitSwift spoils were divided amongst us? Each of us in our individual darkened rooms the world over.... The numbers came up on the screen, one by one. The chat silent, so silent. We knew each other only by nicks. And in that silence, every thirty seconds, another one of our nicks was spoken.
 
Seconds after each name was spoken, a large quantity of Swift would flicker on to the screen, safely high in the order book, then immediately disappear. Another nick would be spoken. Another pool of silence. Another large sell appearing, then immediately cancelled. We were proving our buy-in, that we had in fact bought what we said we bought during the ICO.  Each of us in turn demonstrating allegiance, presenting blood - and few minutes later each of our wallets flickered with that lovely unconfimed transaction symbol - our foot-soldier's share of the BTC.

This was how little Bitswift was born.

 


In the days after the sold-out ICO we fell to work. There was a roadmap to write, whitepapers to be written, tweeting to be done. Everyone had a role to play. Our intention was to make Swift a real coin.

This was not entirely altruistic. We all held large amounts of Swift. The stronger the coin, the larger our reward. And almost to our surprise - little BitSwift was a scrappy little kid. She grew fast, like a puppy not spared the milk. And lucky for her, she had Paul.

Paul was a savant. There is no getting around that. It fell to Paul to define what Bitswift was because that was Paul’s forte – white papers, technology, and networks. And though none of us understood it at the time, this was a perfect match. BitSwift had no identity. It was a blank canvas, an uncarved chunk of marble. Paul could make anything he wanted of it.

These are renaissance metaphors, gentle reader, because only renaissance metaphors will suffice to convey what happened next. Michelangelo was given the Sistine Chapel. Paul was given little BitSwift. And just as the frescos soared across the vaulted ceilings of the Sistine, Paul’s savant, Hieronymic vision of all the block chain could ever be began to pour into BitSwift.  BitSwift would be the glory of Paul.



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Intermezzo:

Gentle reader, I am speaking to you.

My back is to the stage. Looking past me you can see  -can’t you? - that the stage has gone empty and quiet.

Where is Bob? He has not shown his face in days.

Where is Steven? He was moderating the “new, official” Bay thread. But he has not been there in days.

Where is David? He posted a long, rambling manifesto about the world conspiring against him, and then went silent.

Where is Paul? He has locked the official BitSwift thread and told his followers to board his ship and sail with him into the future.

Where is Lin? Where is the Salamander?

Gentle reader. We are early in the fourth act. The gruesome bloodletting of the past days has taken pause. The dogs of war have been kenneled. We do not know what happens next. Or perhaps we do. It is a Tragedy, after all.

We must continue with the Story of Bob. The best of times is over now. There is only self-destruction, treachery and revenge to come. We will see bagholders become backstabbers. We will see his group fall upon each other like wolves in a month-long spasm of greed, mistrust and betrayal that ends in the chaos of BitBay.

And it all began with the mole.




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Part 5:  Everything Falls Apart



Part 1: Bob.


There was a mole in the group.

We figured this out about halfway through XST. We were getting dumped into every time we pushed.

The worst part about the mole was not the information they stole, or the BTC they cost us, it was what they did to the fabric of the group. We were unable to root out the mole, and this changed everything.

The group chat had up until then been a rowdy, raucous free for all where Bob and the footsoldiers rubbed shoulders and smoked weed every day. Plays were discussed, strategies analyzed. Bob would hold forth on how to trade, how to make stacks. He would greet everyone with delight as they arrived. Bro! How you doin? You selling some? Don’t be greedy man, put up some small sells every day. But most of the chat was way off topic. Real estate in South America. How to stop Isis. Profit margins in a pizza business. Nootropics. Tattoos. Every variety of sex known to or ever possibly performed by humans, including midget clowns. Especially midget clowns.

The chat was our dusty meeting place that we hurried to as soon as we switched on our computers each day. It was open all day on our phones at work. It was the last window closed before sleep at night. And upon awakening, we would scroll the hundreds of messages, hungry for everything we had missed out on while sleeping.

That all came to an end because of the mole. And because the chat was our very heart, it was the beginning of the end for the group.

Once we were aware there was a mole, strategy was rarely talked about in the chat. Group plays were no longer discussed among equals, they were passed down from on high, carefully filtered. Bob withdrew from the chat more and more.
 
This killed us. The foot soldiers missed Bob. We liked him a lot. We had gathered around closely whenever he was there. And now he was mostly gone.

We were increasingly without a leader. Paul’s cool, cerebral style attracted some of the soldiers, but that could not fill the vacuum of Bob. The Salamander was even less suited to step in and lead. He was not a social animal like Bob. He was a quiet man, a fixer, a behind the scenes specialist.

But Bob did not see these things and trusted that somehow the group was being led. His mind was elsewhere. He was getting ready to leave for nearly a month on a trip and would not be back until just before the BitBay ICO.  The Salamander was leaving the same day for Asia, where he would be coordinating preparations for BitBay.  Bob asked Paul to hold the fort while he was gone.



2) The Salamander

I knew the Salamander least of all. He rarely spoke in the chat unless directly addressed. It was clear Bob trusted him, and that he played a key role in the group. But it was unclear to almost all of us who he was, and what exactly he did.

What I will tell you of the Salamander I mainly found out later, after things had fallen apart. And that was this: he was the fixer. The briefcase guy. The one who would go where the job needed to get done, then leave. And no one would know he had been there.

He had found us the coin for BitSwift. He was quietly involved in a half a other dozen coins. He had open back channels to almost everyone in crypto. He was everything Bob was not: quiet, methodical, invisible.

As the group began to stumble, the Salamander on his way to Asia to coordinate the BitBay ICO with the Chinese partners and David Zimbeck. In a perfect world, this would have worked out well. After all, the Salamander was a fixer. A project organizer. But as you know, gentle reader, this was not to be.


3) The bag holders.

We were looking for a leader. We came to the chat every day as October wore on. Anyone seen Bob?  became a standard phrase we would find sitting in the chat window. Rotting. Unanswered. Just a blinking cursor.

The Mintpal 2.0 launch delay had killed us. Of course we had stayed in XST too long. We could have been out with 200 – 300% profits. But the air had been thick with moon talk and the tech looked good and Bob didn’t actually tell us directly, get out. now.  Bob never said, no more. So we stayed in, and got hammered by dumps.

It was decided that XST launching on Mintpal 2.0 was going to be our exit. But Mintpal went down in flames and soon after, weaknesses were uncovered in the Stealth anon. XST tanked. And we were truly screwed.

Less than a month later, Swift was at the top, up almost 400% since the ICO. And the same thing happened. Everyone – Bob included  - was talking moon. So we did not exit. We foot soldiers wanted to be team players, so we set high support. And got dumped into again.

Around that time, about a dozen people from the crew had decided to do a meet up in Amsterdam. Bob changed his flights so he could be there. The Salamander was on his way to Asia, and he too rebooked. When chat started streaming in from the whole crew in the basement of the Bulldog in Amsterdam it sounded fucking legendary. One of us messaged back, what is Bob saying about Swift?

I can’t believe those guys haven’t gotten out. What, they are up 300% and that’s not enough? What have I said, over and over again. Don’t be greedy. Sell a little every day.

Bob was almost out of Swift. Paul was just getting started. We were holding bags of worthless XST, and had missed our exit from Swift. There was a mole in the group. We had no leader. The mood was turning foul.

Everything was falling apart.



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Intermezzo:

The BitBay ICO was a different animal for Bob’s group. It was, in some ways, a risky move.

For the first time, Bob would not control the coin.

Bob’s involvement was fairly limited: the Chinese heavies who were starting BitBay had lined up a dev in Zimbeck. But they had no expertise in marketing a coin. This was to be the responsibility of Bob and his group, in return for their share of the ICO.

The problem was that Bob did not control the majority of the coin supply. Bob was an old school pumper: he knew that knowing where the coins were, and having control over what was happening with them was crucial for moving a market. With BitBay the Chinese would hold the majority of the coins. And they could shaft Bob at anytime.

The Salamander was sent to China to sign off on the deal for Bob. The Salamander was not supposed to be the fixer this time around: Steve was in charge of the project. And Zimbeck of Halo fame had signed on to be the dev.

But what the Salamander found happening in Cambodia needed fixing. And that’s where the trouble began.





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Part 6.  The Fall of the Salamander


Gentle readers. Look at the stage.

There is movement now. Different shades of darkness within the darkness.

You can see the ronin, my former brothers-in-arms, warming themselves around fires in the shadows of Paul and David. But they are fewer now. How many of you are left?
How many of you have laid down your weapons and withdrawn to your homes, your families?
 
You can see the darkness that has enveloped Bob. The darkness of a leader without followers, cut off from his greatness. Alone.

You can see the battle camps of Paul and David, ringed by the fires of their ronin.  They have found each other in the darkness. War makes strange bedfellows. Now they are pegging their fortunes and trying desperately not to fall.

Deep in the backround you can see Lin. Unmoving. Invisible. Betting that everyone will finish each other off, leaving him unscathed.

You can see Steve. Tied to his sins, roped permanently to David. Sinking slowly in this wine dark sea.

But you cannot see the Salamander.

He was the first to fall.



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When the Salamander saw what was happening in Cambodia he should have just walked away. He should have gotten on the plane and messaged Bob it’s a clusterfuck. Keep the fuck out.

But he didn’t.

The Salamander was a fixer.  He was not supposed to be the fixer in BitBay though. He was supposed to be the briefcase man, the bridge between the Chinese and Bob. After all, months earlier, the Chinese had brought on the wunderkind Zimbeck; no one imagined that Zimbeck would become the one thing that needed fixing the most – but the one thing that could not be fixed.

For starters, Zimbeck was in Cambodia. The logic was that Zimbeck could hire and train a team of Cambodian devs for a fraction of what that might cost in the West. There was just one problem with this. There seemed to be no devs in Cambodia. And Zimbeck was having no luck training devs himself. He was even having problems getting the first Bay wallet to compile.

The Salamander looked at this situation, and looked at the BitBay roadmap. Smart contracts were supposed to be released in three weeks. A functioning decentralized market in less than two months. This was clearly a situation in need of fixing.

There was another problem. David began to tell the Salamander that of all the technology he was working on, only the pegging would be exclusive to Bay. Everything else – the multicoin wallet, the markets, the mesh technology  - would be shared with Halo. He even told Salamander that the Halo Nighttrader and markets would be released about the same time as BitBay.

The Salamander knew this was a headshot for BitBay.  BitBay’s whole identity was to be the first online decentralized marketplace. To have Halo offering essentially to license the same thing to anyone who came along made no sense at all.  Again – here was a situation that needed fixing.

But there was a problem. Somewhere along the line, David had become a partner in BitBay. So no one could tell him what to do.

It is standard operating procedure in any corporation, even in politics – that when one takes on a partnership role, one must divest oneself of any asset that can lead to conflict of interest. But this had not happened here. David was full speed ahead on Halo. While being a partner in Bay. And since he was a partner, no one could exert any authority over him.

The situation could not possibly be fixed.

This was the Salamander’s fatal mistake. He should have turned around and messaged Bob, it’s a clusterfuck. Stay the fuck away.

But he didn’t. He set about trying to fix the situation.

Gentle reader. You all know what happened next. David and the Salamander fought each other to a bloody finish, first in private, and then in public.

The irony in David’s situation is this: he was a full partner in Bay. Bay was not yet tarnished – it had heavy backing, and a shot at being the first true decentralized marketplace in Asia. If he had just ported Halo into Bay and respected basic divestment procedures, he could have been rich beyond what Halo would ever make him.

Instead, there he is, gentle readers – before you on the stage. Encamped in the darkness. Exiled. Surrounded by rings of believers, and the fires of his ronin.

We will return to David. But first we must witness the rest of the Salamander’s fall.


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Intermezzo:

My former brothers-in-arms.
 
There is nothing more dangerous than unpaid soldiers.  All of you got your share of the BitSwift ICO. But many of you were paid nothing from Bay.  

You now have two scores to settle. One for money, and one for revenge.
 
Some of you are now riding for Paul. He became your leader long ago. Your saddlebags are filled with Swift, and your fate is thrown in with his.

Some of you are now riding for Zimbeck.  Bob did not pay you your share of the Bay ICO, and Zimbeck was right there when you turned. He wanted revenge on Bob and the Salamander. And so did you. And now, your bags heavy with Bay from the ICO, you must ride for Zimbeck if you hope to ever get out alive.

Some of you are still riding for Bob. You were paid from the BitBay ICO. Nothing has changed for you.

Oh my brothers, I see you. I see each of you. I recognize you in the torch light as you pass. On your way to strike a hidden blow for Bob. Or Paul. Or David.
  
I do not judge you. You are ronin. You are my brothers in arms.

Do not judge me for telling this tale. My dagger is not drawn for you.



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The Salamander was falling apart.

By now, he was the only leader left in the group. Bob was AWOL, and Paul had left the group in late October, leaving only the Salamander to hold things together.

The Salamander was spectacularly unsuited for this role. He was quiet, prone to mood swings, and exhausted from weeks of trying to fix the BitBay situation. He felt like he was the only one in the group working hard. Bob was nowhere to be found, and without a leader, the group was coasting; except for the occasional tweet or forum post, no one seemed to be doing anything. Bay had gone briefly above 300 just after the ICO, fallen back to ICO price, and then began its steady decline.

The situation in Cambodia was going from bad to worse. Zimbeck was unable to compile the first Bay wallet, which the exchange would require to release the first ICO funds. The Salamander stepped in and fixed the situation, bringing in another dev who solved in a few hours the problem that had stumped Zimbeck for days. A fight then broke out in which Zimbeck berated the dev and called him a monkey, ending any chance of further help.

The development schedule fell more and more behind. Zimbeck spent increasing amounts of time and energy on the forums distancing himself from the Bay project. He was a partner in BitBay and had received his share of the ICO funds already - facts he was keeping hidden from public view -  so nothing could be done to bring him into line. Even worse, a massive amount of free coins had been released to David. David refused to lock these coins up in escrow.  This made any kind of pump from Bob’s side far too risky. Bob made it clear to the Chinese he would not risk a pump until David’s coins were safely locked away. David refused. The situation was at an impasse. There would be no pump.

It was now weeks after the ICO. Bitbay was steadily dropping in price. None of the elements needed for a marketing push were being delivered to the Salamander. The website could not be built, because there were no screenshots of smart wallets, or coherent written explanations from David as to exactly how any of the promised tech would work: hedging, pegging, the marketplace, smart contracts, or the mesh tech. And when the smart wallet was finally delivered a week overdue, it didn’t work.

Nothing to market with. A broken wallet.  No pump machine. A dev who was answerable to no one.

He was trying to fix BitBay, and he was getting nowhere.

During the same weeks, the foot soldiers were looking to the Salamander for answers that were just not there. They had been told that they would have to ‘work hard’ this time to get an ICO cut – but it wasn’t really clear what that meant. And they had not gotten paid. They were waiting for the pump to begin, but with no marketing materials, a broken wallet,  and no Bob – there was nothing to pump on.

They began to simply blame it on Bob. So few of the ICO’s dirty little secrets were known to them – the fake BTC at BTer, the problems behind the scenes with David,  the immense number of free coins that were actually out there – that the foot soldiers simply could not understand why the coin wasn’t being pumped. They could not understand the simple sentence they kept hearing again and again. It’s not our coin. It’s not our coin.

The price of Bay kept falling. The foot soldiers bags grew heavier. The mood grew more foul. Everyone wanted answers from the Salamander. And he had none.

He grew sour and bitter in the group chat. He spoke openly against Bob. This went on for days until others began to tell him they were sick of his moaning, and that he should leave.

It was that very evening that Bob finally returned to the chat. Back from his trip, moved into a new apartment, internet finally hooked up.  He was in a jovial mood and did not notice the mutinous atmosphere when first arrived. People began to question him about getting paid. It seemed as though Bob was not taking any of it seriously. He told the Salamander to lighten up.

And that was all it took.

The Salamander left the chat. His icon blinked once. And then it was gone.


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Gentle reader.

The time has come to end this story.

I will tell you the fates of Bob and Steven and Lin and the Salamander. And Paul and David.

And I will finish with a word to the people I miss the most.

My brothers in arms.

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Bob

Bob was outplayed by the Chinese. Played to a draw by David. Abandoned by his lieutenants. Cursed by his soldiers. And now he is nearly alone.

But I think I will take an extra moment here for Bob. After all, it is the Story of Bob.

People like to hate Bob. I saw his other side, so it's not so black and white for me. Twice in six months guys on the crew got hacked and lost all their coins. Got taken down to zero. Bob heard about it both times, and made it right, behind the scenes.

One strange thing about Bob I never quite figured out. He liked people who clearly hated him. Even after someone became his enemy, he still liked them a lot. Back when the mole was doing the most damage, I was on Mumble in the middle of the night with him one night. No one else around. We were smoking weed and speculating on who might be the mole in the group.  About one guy in particular, a guy who was really, really smart. Bob said, yea.... it might be him. Your right. He paused. But you know what? Even if it is him? I still like him a lot.

But in the end, I can't say I feel sorry for Bob. The group falling apart was his fault. I saw it coming a mile away, and I made sure I got paid before I left.  My brothers who didn’t collect?  Bob will have ronin after him for months.

Perhaps you would have liked it if Bob had been put out of the Game for good. But he will be back. How could he not? There are too many coins that want pumping. Too many people who want profit. There will always be foot-soldiers. Look over in nearby threads. There will always be “believers”. There will always be “investors”.  And there will always be messiahs to lead them.


Steven

Steven is still falling. He is tied to his sins, roped permanently to David. Sinking slowly in this wine dark sea.


Lin
Lin escapes. He lives to fight another day. His strategy worked. There is no moral outcry over his actions. No one has started a viral campaign against BTer.
So disappointing. Gentle reader, you would have liked to see him fall. But you left it up to Bob and Paul and Steven and the Salamander. Lin proved himself smarter than all of them. And you simply did not care.


The Salamander

The Salamander will eventually return. He is a fixer. A briefcase man. There is always be a need for him. We all hatch plans and set events in motion. We all are involved in larger movements. Salamanders move on a right angle plane to our movements, our events, our lives, unseen. They fix what needs fixing. And then they disappear.

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What a disappointing ending so far. So ambiguous. All the bad guys are getting off easy.
 
We would like a sharper moral clarity to come out of this sad mess. We would like it if – at the end of this story  – the world would appear a little different than when we started this tale.

But it doesn’t, does it?

In this story we have seen both Swift and BitBay  get created out of thin air. We have watched both ICO’s get staged by Bob Surplus. Devs who have collaborated knowingly and willingly in his rigged ICO’s and reaped handsome rewards are still comfortably in their jobs, supported by their communities.

During the four days of this story, both BitBay dev and the BitSwift dev moved their coins to private forums. Away from the public eye. Their “investors” and “believers” applauded these moves.

During this time, the market price of BitSwift is relatively unchanged. The same is true of BitBay
.
So the altcoin market around us has spoken. It has shrugged. It is morally unimpressed.

You cannot expect your story teller to give you a better ending than the ending that is actually happening, can you?

An ending that includes both these devs coming to these very pages to sneer at Bob Surplus?

Proclaiming their own moral superiority to people of his type?

Gentle reader.

Now you know who my dagger is for.

The hypocrites.

The doxxers.

The cowards.



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The Hypocrites

You profited from your alliances with Bob. You were in on the ICO's. You dev the coins he midwifed. You cling tightly to the money he helped you make. All the while proclaiming that he is scum, that he should swing for his sins.


The Doxxers - on all sides

You fancy yourselves as heroes. As equalizers.
 
You give yourself a moral free card, because you are convinced of the righteousness of your cause.

You give yourself the right to be judge, jury, and executioner.
 
You are the worst kind of coward. And this is why:

You could act on your own information. You could get on that plane.

You could go knock on that door.

But you hope someone else will do your dirty work.

That someone else will settle your score.

That someone will ‘get what’s coming to them’

With you at a safe moral distance.

You say, but I am doing it for others.

No. You are not.

If "others" really want it done, they can do the research. They can get on that plane. They can go knock on that door.

Do you really believe it is ok to be judge, jury and executioner? You do?

My dagger is for you.


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To my brothers in arms. You know who you are.

I would like to end on a serious note. Thank you for the discussion of penises.  Weed.  Midget clown sex. Calise. Especially Calise. Panamanian land prices. West coast pizza. The bitch who stole the money. East coast snowstorms. Weed.  Anarchism. Nootropics.  Bill Clinton. The Middle East. RG3. GTA.  Weed. Taylor Swift.  For each bro. Each lol.  And everything in between.


The End.


I could listen to this guy all day.

See how much of a pain in the ass it is to scroll through thousands of words to get to a meaningless sentence? Forum much?


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: +EV on July 27, 2015, 12:04:47 AM
Once upon a time there was a guy named Bob.

He really should have lived thirty years earlier. His true calling – and I told him this several times – was to be a pimp running mid level hookers in Detroit or Cleveland. That’s where his taste for impressive champagnes and black cars and large powerboats rented by the hour would have found its natural home, its natural pasture.
 
Unfortunately for Bob, and unfortunately for a lot coins with teenage names like XCloud, XST, BitSwift, Halo, and BitBay, he came of age some thirty five years later in a time when fortunes were out there to be made, and young men in their mothers basements the world over were intent on making them.

This proved to also be unfortunate for a number of these young men who had recently made it out of their mothers’ basements and into the world of making crypto coins. They were brave dreamers, with teenage names like Miu, David, Lin, Paul, Salamander, and Steven – but to Bob, they were just players in the game.

Bob and these starry eyed boys did what starry eyed boys do. They hatched plans and they scammed people and used the money for hookers and blow and weed and mortgage payments. But it never seemed to lead to fairy tale endings. In fact, it led to train wrecks. Massive train wrecks.
 
This is a satisfying way for stories to end – everyone gets what they deserve. And in this situation, everyone seems to be getting what they deserve. Perfect moral structure in the story.
 
But to understand a train wreck, we need to understand who was driving the train, who was shoveling coal, who was the monkey, and who built the tracks.  We have to go back to the beginning. We have to figure out how Bob and Steve and David and Paul and Lin and Salamander all know each other - if we want to understand why they now all hate each other, and are tearing each other apart in public. We have to choose a beginning for this story.  Luckily that is easy. It begins with a strange thing happening to a coin called Liberty coin.



Part 2: Liberty Coin

Call me Ishmael. Many months ago, having lost a fair amount of BTC on a coin with the  teenage name of Cloak I resolved to set off into the distant oceans of treachery to find for myself the source of my downfall.

The days of Cloak were heady – it was The Promised Coin. The lines on the chart seemed like they could only go up. In the bloodrush of my approaching wealth I remember the flushing feeling of reading these two lines in the forum from someone named Bob Surplus -  “I really like this coin. I’m gonna crack open a cold wallet when I get home and buy some more.”

That night was like deep crypto Viagra. Cloak doubled in price, the rest of the world simply ceased to exist. But like all good things  - sex, packets of cocaine, the Talking Heads  - the ending came. And it was brutal. Not only did I not sell at the top, I doubled down in the 20’s, thinking, what a steal.

Everyone reading this knows what happened next. Turns out a teenaged boy barely out of his  mother’s basement put one over on me and everyone like me. Except for one person it seems.

Bob Surplus.

And lo and behold, just by chance the next day I happened upon a thread called “Winning Altcoin Picks” started by – you guessed it, gentle reader. Bob Surplus. Cracker of cold wallets. Former Eternal Lover of Cloak.

I resolved to meet my situation with fortitude. I mustered my sense of greed and rapaciousness and moral indifference and immediately sent a pm requesting a BTC address that I might follow the Master, and enter the Way.

What happened next happened very fast. Not being a young virgin innocent to the ways of the world, I can only use the young virgin metaphor in a literary sense but it will do. My violation was immediate and complete. I was immediately asked to post approving comments on his recruitment thread, this I did without hesitation. There were other young men gathering;  it had the feeling of jihad. The smell of stacks was strong, like a Tunisian perfume.

We were ushered into a chat where talk of penises was routine. That and an immediate feeling of camaraderie. I do not know if these two things were connected. I suspect they were. I had no time to meditate on this; we were told that a play was about to happen; that we should get our coins onto two exchanges. What happened next happened so fast I will be able to cover it in two sentences. We were told the play was a coin called Xcloud, and to buy in slowly, up to 4 btc worth. Everyone did this, the coin exploded, and some few hours later I exited – coached by the group’s senior members  - with 8 btc. Up 4 btc in a couple hours.

Now this was exhausting work – drinking beer, making penis jokes, and padding order books – so I went right to bed afterwards. When I woke up and looked at the charts, xCloud looked like a sad and deflated penis. I apologize gentle reader. It is a sleazy world I am leading you into. But truth is an unvarnished thing. Ask David, and Paul, and Bob, and Steve and …. Oh wait a minute. Nevermind.

Later that afternoon the chat was jovial. The talk of stacks and hookers and penises ran like a deep and powerful river. But then the mood changed. Our beloved lieutenants withdrew from the brotherly conversation.   And when they returned, they had our marching orders. It seemed a coin had come to Bob’s restless attention. And it was time for us – Bob’s own Roman Crypto Legion – to gird our loins for battle again.



Intermezzo

Gentle Readers.

I realize I have committed the ultimate sin of storytelling: I have left you with less that a clear idea of where the narrative is going.

I will make amends.

One might ask, why talk of liberty coin? Is that not yesterday's news?

After all, six months is an eternity in crypto. And forgetfulness is the balm that we would all wish upon our deeds. Right David? Bob? Paul? Steve? Lin? Perhaps others who are listening closely?

But you see, this far back we must look. For it was it was in the belly of Liberty Coin that BitSwift was born.  

That midwifery is what I shall weave the tale of next. Perhaps Bob Surplus's darkest moment.  When his newly formed group, flush with victory from XCloud, nearly disintegrated on their very next play. But the newborn scream of the baby rescued the night.

I was just a foot soldier in Bob's legion. There are others angrier than I currently wandering the darkness of this forum, striking alliances of convenience, of revenge. You gentle brethren, you know the night I am talking about. When in that darkest moment, hammering furiously on the keyboard, Bob's words rolled across our screens. Guys. I have a plan.




Liberty Coin, part 2

People think the belly of the whale must be a place of darkness. One is swallowed from the world, never to return. But in reality it is not like this at all. It is a place of camaraderie and slowly built friendships bathed in cool keyboard lights and monitor glows in silent rooms across the world where girlfriends have gone to sleep, kids are off to bed, and men have drawn their chairs into a world of tabbed windows, darkened charts, multiple open threads, and blinking pencils moving endlessly across the screen.

The best of these nights are when everyone is there. The screen is crackling with the blustering joviality of International Rob. The long, neural wanderings of BitCoinada. The occasional and distant interjections from the Salamander, who seems to be communicating from a place deep in his psyche or perhaps from a different planet, it was always hard to tell which. Us foot soldiers all crowding in and clapping each hard on the shoulders and laughing loudly about who is smoking what, which bags are being held, who got hacked. It is all so convivial, deep in the belly of the whale.

Until the whale is slaughtered, and we are all dragged out into the light.

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The word came down that Bob had made a pick. We were to accumulate a coin called Librex slowly, over the next four or five days. When this word came down from above, it was trading at just above 15 and Bob said do not buy above 20. Go slowly.

This, of course, fell on deaf ears. After all, we were young crypto jihadists waiting for our marching orders and making endless jokes about hookers and penises and here was a beautiful virgin suddenly laid before us, unaware of our intentions. Within a few hours the price was at 25 and rising. By the time the whole group found out about the pick it was over 30.

Conditions became chaotic. The late arrivals and newest recruits to the group did not know whether or not to buy. Was it too late? The young jihadists who were first on the girl ignored Bob’s instructions about dinner and flowers and were balls deep in the coin. Nor did they pull out as he had instructed. The orgy gained speed and within hours Librex was above 5.

In the few days after the Xcloud play the group had doubled in number.  Now there were so many foot soldiers crowding into the chat that it was impossible to know who was who. The air was full of dust and confusion and people posting support levels and others arguing for suppression to let latecomers in and terse interjections from the Salamander and the din of endless giddy shouting  from the young jihadists. Through it all like some connecting strand ran the endless ranting of Bob about letting his dogs out and be right back I gotta roll another joint and the moon baby the moon! all thickening into a heavy battle fog of pillage and victory covering the world around us as Librex pushed above 8.

And then - from somewhere deep in that thick, intoxicating cloud - the Salamander spoke three  words: there’s a problem.

In any drunken bus crash, there are usually one or two who are the first to notice that the bus has suddenly gone through the guard rail and is in mid-air. This was the Salamander’s gift. He had an ability to see what others could not, or would not. I came to understand this about him.

In this case, the rabid frenzy that Bob’s pump had whipped up in the forums had suddenly taken a violent turn. It had suddenly been revealed? Fabricated? – gentle reader, it matters not – that this young virgin Librex was not the virgin she had pretended to be, but apparently a clone of Liberty Coin.

Librex began to fall, not some kind of graceful fall, but like a dead body on its way to some pavement far below. She plunged through the thick support walls that the foot soldiers had all built around 7, past where the latecomers had grudgingly entered at 6.  And she kept falling.

Chaos reigned in the chat. No one knew if the fud was real. Bob was suddenly, suspiciously gone, something about how his computer had crashed. Foot soldiers who did not cancel their support fast enough suddenly owned massive amounts of Librex. The Salamander had also disappeared, after typing the mysterious words, hold on. I am talking to a guy.
 
And Librex continued her ugly fall.

By the time Bob retuned to the chat, Librex had lost 50% and was falling towards 4. He was met with a barrage of confused and angry questions from his young jihadists and it seemed he had no answers. His bluster was gone. Then, out from the army of angry pencils flying across the screen emerged a single sentence from the Salamander: I have been talking to my guy inside. The fud is real.

All the little pencils on the screen stopped. I was new and stupid to the game. I thought, everyone is letting the Salamander speak. But no. Half the group had immediately tabbed open their exchange windows and begun to sell. Librex gained speed towards the pavement, plunging through 30 and into the 20’s. Bobs pencil began to move across the screen.

Guys, I know this isn’t turning out like we planned.

It was clear Bob was off balance.

You gotta make your own decisions. I don’t know what’s really going on here.

His words were strange, full of uncertainty.

If you gotta sell you gotta sell. I can’t make that decision for you.

For someone so cocksure, so full of himself, it was a dark, unfamiliar moment.

His pencil began to move across the screen again.

Guys I know some of you have lost a lot of money here. imana make it up to you, i promise. I got a plan. i gotta new thing we are gonna do together, it’s not like this. imana  get you guys in on it. we make a coin see? and it’s our coin, none of this bullshit. it’s our coin. you guys are gonna buy in and get all your money back.

it’s an ico.




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Intermezzo:

Everyone has their fatal flaws.

In our story, gentle reader, Bob is of course the largest figure, and perhaps the most flawed. And flaws are what lead to those tragic falls from grace.  Stay with me, gentle reader as the candle mutters low. We will see Bob fall. We will see others fall. Can you feel them here around us? Trying not to fall?

You are with me now on this journey, across the wine-dark sea that stretches from Cloak to Swift and BitBay. We have heard the scream in the darkness of little BitSwift being born. BitSwift’s ungodly sibling Bay lies still hidden in the womb. She will emerge in due course as our candle gutters low.

We spoke of flaws. And greatness, and how they are perhaps two sides of the same coin. The hustler Bob had one enormous greatness. He liked people. More than Bitcoin, more than rented powerboats and blow, he liked to talk with people, hear about their lives, draw out their stories. My former brothers-in-arms all know this. You, in Panama. You, in London. You who lived on pizza. It’s why we all liked Bob. He was our charismatic leader. And he genuinely liked us.

But charismatic leaders come in all different forms. In the darkest Greek tragedies, the best ones enter quietly, late in the second act. Unrecognized.

As darkness fell over the battlefield that night of Librex, little did we know who was about to enter our group, and change so much of what came next.  





Part 3: Schizophrenia

Prelude:
You who read this are innocent in varying degrees. You are here in crypto because you are playing the game, some for noble reasons, some for reasons of profit. Some of you think crypto is going to change the world. Some of you have been to bed with her and had the night of your lives. And want that night again. Most of you feel both of these things to some degree – but not one of us is innocent. When you type in your 2fa there is always that special plugging-in sensation, isn’t there?

But into what?

What part of yourself? What is that heroin flow that begins?


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If the newborn scream of BitSwift came in the darkest moment of Librex, it was also ultimately a fatal childbirth for Bob’s group.

The universe is fundamentally emergent. When deep conflicts exist, humans emerge to embody them and explore them, to play them out and resolve them on the human stage. This is how the universe discovers itself. This is why classic mythology is structured the way it is. Our world already had Bob. But to explore and ultimately resolve the inherent tension between profit and idealism in crypto – that same unresolved, unexamined tension within you, dear reader - Bob’s doppelganger would need to emerge.

None of us understood this at the time, awakening as we did to the smoldering ruins of Librex. We were young jihadists in a foul mood, ready to mutiny and doxx and do all the angry things that betrayed young men do. That a small, red Canadian maple leaf suddenly appearing in the group’s chat window could mean so much  -  well who could know that?

As Kierkegaard said, life can only be understood looking backwards, but it must be lived going forward.

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The day after the Librex fiasco Bob’s team was in tatters. Someone had opened a second, hidden chat channel where only foot soldiers had access, and here the air was thick with paranoia and revolt. Had Bob’s computer really crashed in the middle of the play? He had said something about having to run down to his office – these were his exact words in the Cloak thread just before he had dumped everything the month before. And what about the Salamander? Did any of us actually know who he was? Was there any way to be certain he was not Bob?

Librex was gasping at just above 4. The sell pressure was massive and most of the group’s members had lost all their BTC in support the night before and needed at least 7 or 8 to get out alive.  Bob had loaded support into the low twenties but it was going to take a massive push and some fat stacks to levitate the corpse of Librex and send her back towards 8. It was right about this time that the small red maple leaf appeared with the name Coinada and Bob’s words rolled across the screen, guys I want you to meet Paul. We go way back. He’s not really in the group but I want you to look on him like a leader, like me or the Salamander.

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Paul exploded into the group. He did not seem to sleep; he had massive stacks of BTC and deployed them ruthlessly. Over the next 48 hrs he singlehandedly transformed both the group’s energy and the charts of Librex. The foot soldiers were drawn to him and followed his lead, jumping at the chance to eat whatever smaller walls their stacks would allow. Paul’s attitude was ruthless and manic. If  some smaller group tried to dump into his support and stop his advance he would sight up the charts, find their five or ten btc encampment and attack it, saying fuck you man, you’re my bitch now. And Bob’s foot soldiers – now Paul’s foot soldiers - would pour through the breach after him, mopping up what was left from Paul’s assault. Within days Librex was comfortably in double digits, with Paul holding the fort seemingly without sleep.

This led into the best months the group would ever have. Coinada Paul and Bob working smoothly together, our leaders. The Salamander was always there in the background, strangely hidden.  XST was played. NHZ was played. But this cannot be a story about every coin Bob’s group played the last six months. It is not that story.

There is a baby crying for our attention. Little BitSwift.

Though that was not yet her name.



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Intermezzo

Gentle reader.

The best Greek tragedies are the darkest ones. They take us deep into a world where we can see everything happen before it happens, and so our primary emotion as we watch the characters choose their actions is one of disbelief. Of horror. This is where the darkness comes from as we watch the tragedy unfold. We know it is completely unnecessary. That at each moment, any of the actors – so much larger than life as we watch them – could step back, choose differently, and avoid their fate.

In these tragedies the chorus is usually silent the first two acts. They are – like you gentle reader – facing the stage, watching things unfold. It is only when the protagonists start making inexplicable choices, the choices that will doom them, that one by one, the ragged and unkempt men of the chorus begin to turn towards the audience, raising their voices against the voices of the actors, bemoaning what is occurring, lashing out at hidden forces that the actors can apparently not see. As the third act thickens this becomes overwhelming, and the sea of voices from both stage and the chorus becomes a din of chaotic foreshadowing in real time as the actors plunge towards self-destruction.

This is where we are, isn’t it, dear reader?

Watching Bob, and David, and Paul, and the Salamander - and everyone they will drag with them - self-destruct, in real time?

And the riveting horror of it, that it does not need to be happening, but it is? Right before our eyes?

Gentle reader. I shall try to keep my voice low. But I have turned from the stage now. I am talking to  you.




Part 3: Schizophrenia (continued)

From the start, Bob said over and over again, never fall in love with a coin. Sell a little every day he would say. 40% profit is good. 60% is good. In the days when our pumps were working like a well-tuned Detroit diesel he would greet us foot soldiers as we arrived in the chat, howya doin today man. you selling a little today? Don’t be greedy man. Put some small sells up there.

In the early days he was full of wisdom like this. He was genuinely trying to teach us how to make money. Bob was an old school pumper, this was what he did. Of course, his words mainly fell on deaf ears. Few of us were there to learn how to trade. We were young jihadists looking for stacks of BTC. How do you not fall in love with a coin who has drawn you in with her smooth legs, has her hand around your stack and is stroking it to a size it has never been before? How do you pull yourself away from something like that?

The problem was, if you didn’t pull out, you were guaranteed to end up holding bags at the top. And that started happening in the plays. During the XST pump everyone could have been out with 200% profit but guys were still pushing, building support at more than 300%, and when the music stopped (those endless days of waiting for Mintpal to launch V2)  many in the group were left holding large bags at the top.  The BitSwift pump.  400% gains.  But again, bagholders at the top. During the four months between August and December, the one guy who made the most money in the group was the one guy who was never there. He simply entered and exited when Bob said so. When asked how much money he had made during those months, he responded with his laconic southern drawl, well, more money than most americans make in a year I suppose …


But we figured all of this out too late, didn’t we, my former brothers-in-arms?  
I know you are listening to me. You are out there in the darkness of this forum, all of you. Outcast ronin. Striking up alliances of convenience and revenge.
You remember those times.  200% profit in a couple days seemed like nothing. We were after stacks. We wanted to be like Paul and Bob. We wanted to prove ourselves to be ballers, so we left 300%  in our rear view mirrors and threw up high support walls and ate up bids to make new floors. We wanted that thumping, pulsing feeling in the chat of saying, i just put 2 btc right below you. i’ll take it to 890. gotta go out for a bit but I’m leaving support at 1750.  ok, I’m ready to push. who’s with me?



We were not playing it like Bob, selling on the way up. We were not playing it like Paul, who would quickly arbitrage his pushes on a different exchange to reload his stacks. We wanted to be like them. But we were not doing it like them.

We grew angry. We felt like we were being team players, putting up high support, getting dumped into. And then it seemed like ‘the plan’ – whatever that was  - would suddenly be over, and we were off to a new coin. And no one was telling us what ‘the plan’ was to get out of the last coin, how we were to get rid of those bags.

There was a schizophrenia growing in the group as well, and this was between the leadership styles of Bob and Paul. This – like everything else here – is only clear in hindsight. It started in XST, and ended in Amsterdam.

Paul was cerebral, and the group was taking on coins that had increasingly interesting tech possibilities behind them. Paul liked talking to the devs, meditating on the ideas and possibilities behind them. Bob on the other hand was only interested in the tech insofar as it gave us a marketing angle over other coins. Tech that could translate into stacks.

You dear reader – I know you. I know what just happened in your head. Paul is the good guy. And Jesus, that Bob, what a scumbag.

But are you so innocent, dear reader? You have never held a coin and were frustrated that the dev seemed unable or uninterested in communicating its tech to the world? A coin that could have, should have been worth two, three times as much?

You have, dear reader. I know you.

You are not Paul alone. You are Bob as well.

Know thyself.


Our pumps would take a few weeks to plan, take positions, establish PR, then move the coin up the charts with  all the normal tools -  forum hype, tweets, everything that would set the magic merry-go -round of hope and dreams in motion. And what ended up happening was this:  by that third or fourth week, in  XST or Swift, when 200% and 300% were far below us, out of memory, like an ugly girl we once dated, Paul and Bob  - our leaders – would be on completely different pages.

Psychologically, and financially, Bob would be on his way out of the coin. But Paul would be just getting started. He was, after all, a crypto idealist.

This proved to be fatal in BitSwift.

Paul fell in love with the coin.

Ahhh. Little Bitswift.

My apologies dear reader. I know you want to hear all about little BitSwift, and how she came to be. We are almost there.

But to understand how BitSwift was born, we had to first understand the world she was being born into. The bagholders. The growing schism within the group. The leaders. These are the people who created little BitSwift. These are the people who profited from her being born.

I must rest. I am not sure what the muses will speak of next, Amsterdam or little BitSwift. The death of the group. Or the glory of Paul.

Somewhere out there the ungodly, bastard child BitBay awaits her entrance. With Lin and David and Steve and Bob and the Salamander and Halo and thousands of fake BTC and Holly from Taiwan.
 
I must rest.

I must rest.



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Intermezzo:

Her name was not BitSwift at the start. It was Timeshare Coin.

Gentle reader, when you have stopped laughing, I will continue.

Thank you.

We could not pull an ICO out of thin air. We had to have a coin. And that coin had to have a dev, and be crypto-certified and not launched yet. Once we found that coin  - we could just rebrand it into anything we wanted for our ICO.

The Salamander found Timeshare Coin. It was a slam dunk. Ready to launch, a perfect coin for our ICO, but the name had to go. In fact, the whole timeshare concept had to go – it was too sleazy.

We started brainstorming a stronger concept.  Paradise Coin (Condo Ownership).  Real Estate Coin (Industrial property). We argued for a couple hours over what was a better investment, vacation property or commercial real estate. Half the conversation was about how much Bob hated condos. We decided that shit was too complicated. We had a great name from before  - XWire. We could slap that onto the coin.  But we didn’t know what XWire was. We just knew it was a cool name for a coin. Bob said arrright I gotta walk my dogs, you guys figure out what the coin’s gonna be. People started coming with ideas. XWire would let you transmit Bitcoin faster than the block chain. How? Well …. it would use dedicated satellite transmission. Satellites? Hmmm. Wait a minute. What about putting btc wallets in satellites? In case of like – typhoons and nuclear war and shit. Yea, that was a good idea. How much did renting hard disk space on a satellite cost anyhow? But what about EMP, wouldn’t satellites be vulnerable? (15 minute discussion of EMP. Some pretty good movies it had happened in.) Ok. So no prob. We’ll do backups at those, like, remote places on here on earth, you know what I’m talking about?  where they are saving the two each of all the worlds’ seeds? That 10, 000 foot deep cave in Svalbard. Or Switzerland. Wait a minute. Wasn’t Richard Branson doing something like this already? Fuck it. Ok. Back to the start. XWire would let you get your money the fastest way possible from point A to point B.  Money, or Bitcoin? Both. In fact, any coin. Yes, any coin. You know, Xwire should really have Bit in the name. Bit-this and Bit-that were no-brainers for a good coin name. BitWire. Nice. Wait a minute. Money moving, money transfer. What’s that thing called, y’know, when you send money overseas? The international bank wire system? Yea. SWIFT.

Fuck BitWire.

BitSwift was her name.





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Part 4. Little BitSwift and the Glory of Paul

For a hustler, or a grifter, or a down-on-his-luck dev, for foot soldiers in a pump group, for the leaders of a pump group, an ICO is a brilliant play.

The same cannot be said for an exchange owner. The same profits are there, but the risk is exponentially higher. After all, you are getting in bed with – let’s see. Hustlers. Grifters. Pumpers. Future ronin. And down-on-their-luck Devs.

One  must wonder. What was Lin thinking?

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This is how a fake ICO works:

The foot soldiers commit to buying a certain amount the coin during the ICO. The leaders get 100% of the BTC generated from the ICO back, and refund the foot soldiers what they bought, without taking back the coins involved. This means the soldiers can sell these coins later at any price above 1 satoshi – and it is all pure profit, since they got their original BTC back already.

Of course fig leafs are needed for such a play. Large chunks of ICO are set aside for “marketing” and “development”. Conveniently, it is the ICO leaders who control these addresses.

One would think this sort of thing would eventually boomerang back on the leaders. And usually it does. But only for awhile. Because after the fud subsides, the only people left in the coin are those who are “investors”  and “believers”. And for very different reasons, these stakeholders have no interest in seeing truth emerge.

Investors don’t want to demand truth and accountability. That would tank the price forever and they would never be able to realize any gain, or even get out alive.

The believers are a species unto themselves. They develop a cult like devotion to the coin and its supposed technology, blocking out all reasonable outside voices. They cultivate a devotion to the leader of the coin – usually the dev – and join with him in his messianic complex,  which is defined roughly like this: CoinX is going to change the world, and the world doesn’t want that to happen. Paid forces are out to get the leader, and we must circle around him.

If it all gets too much, the leaders of the coin just remove it from the public eye. They retreat to a private forum or bb, where only the voices of the leader and followers can be heard.

That is how a fake ICO works.  This is how little BitSwift came into this world.

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Electronic pulses are a beautiful thing. Those flickers of pixels on the screen that convey a tight, definite chunk of information, an amount, a number. They exist for just a few seconds, then suddenly are gone forever.

We were all watching those numbers weren’t we, my former brothers-in-arms? The night the BitSwift spoils were divided amongst us? Each of us in our individual darkened rooms the world over.... The numbers came up on the screen, one by one. The chat silent, so silent. We knew each other only by nicks. And in that silence, every thirty seconds, another one of our nicks was spoken.
 
Seconds after each name was spoken, a large quantity of Swift would flicker on to the screen, safely high in the order book, then immediately disappear. Another nick would be spoken. Another pool of silence. Another large sell appearing, then immediately cancelled. We were proving our buy-in, that we had in fact bought what we said we bought during the ICO.  Each of us in turn demonstrating allegiance, presenting blood - and few minutes later each of our wallets flickered with that lovely unconfimed transaction symbol - our foot-soldier's share of the BTC.

This was how little Bitswift was born.

 


In the days after the sold-out ICO we fell to work. There was a roadmap to write, whitepapers to be written, tweeting to be done. Everyone had a role to play. Our intention was to make Swift a real coin.

This was not entirely altruistic. We all held large amounts of Swift. The stronger the coin, the larger our reward. And almost to our surprise - little BitSwift was a scrappy little kid. She grew fast, like a puppy not spared the milk. And lucky for her, she had Paul.

Paul was a savant. There is no getting around that. It fell to Paul to define what Bitswift was because that was Paul’s forte – white papers, technology, and networks. And though none of us understood it at the time, this was a perfect match. BitSwift had no identity. It was a blank canvas, an uncarved chunk of marble. Paul could make anything he wanted of it.

These are renaissance metaphors, gentle reader, because only renaissance metaphors will suffice to convey what happened next. Michelangelo was given the Sistine Chapel. Paul was given little BitSwift. And just as the frescos soared across the vaulted ceilings of the Sistine, Paul’s savant, Hieronymic vision of all the block chain could ever be began to pour into BitSwift.  BitSwift would be the glory of Paul.



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Intermezzo:

Gentle reader, I am speaking to you.

My back is to the stage. Looking past me you can see  -can’t you? - that the stage has gone empty and quiet.

Where is Bob? He has not shown his face in days.

Where is Steven? He was moderating the “new, official” Bay thread. But he has not been there in days.

Where is David? He posted a long, rambling manifesto about the world conspiring against him, and then went silent.

Where is Paul? He has locked the official BitSwift thread and told his followers to board his ship and sail with him into the future.

Where is Lin? Where is the Salamander?

Gentle reader. We are early in the fourth act. The gruesome bloodletting of the past days has taken pause. The dogs of war have been kenneled. We do not know what happens next. Or perhaps we do. It is a Tragedy, after all.

We must continue with the Story of Bob. The best of times is over now. There is only self-destruction, treachery and revenge to come. We will see bagholders become backstabbers. We will see his group fall upon each other like wolves in a month-long spasm of greed, mistrust and betrayal that ends in the chaos of BitBay.

And it all began with the mole.




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Part 5:  Everything Falls Apart



Part 1: Bob.


There was a mole in the group.

We figured this out about halfway through XST. We were getting dumped into every time we pushed.

The worst part about the mole was not the information they stole, or the BTC they cost us, it was what they did to the fabric of the group. We were unable to root out the mole, and this changed everything.

The group chat had up until then been a rowdy, raucous free for all where Bob and the footsoldiers rubbed shoulders and smoked weed every day. Plays were discussed, strategies analyzed. Bob would hold forth on how to trade, how to make stacks. He would greet everyone with delight as they arrived. Bro! How you doin? You selling some? Don’t be greedy man, put up some small sells every day. But most of the chat was way off topic. Real estate in South America. How to stop Isis. Profit margins in a pizza business. Nootropics. Tattoos. Every variety of sex known to or ever possibly performed by humans, including midget clowns. Especially midget clowns.

The chat was our dusty meeting place that we hurried to as soon as we switched on our computers each day. It was open all day on our phones at work. It was the last window closed before sleep at night. And upon awakening, we would scroll the hundreds of messages, hungry for everything we had missed out on while sleeping.

That all came to an end because of the mole. And because the chat was our very heart, it was the beginning of the end for the group.

Once we were aware there was a mole, strategy was rarely talked about in the chat. Group plays were no longer discussed among equals, they were passed down from on high, carefully filtered. Bob withdrew from the chat more and more.
 
This killed us. The foot soldiers missed Bob. We liked him a lot. We had gathered around closely whenever he was there. And now he was mostly gone.

We were increasingly without a leader. Paul’s cool, cerebral style attracted some of the soldiers, but that could not fill the vacuum of Bob. The Salamander was even less suited to step in and lead. He was not a social animal like Bob. He was a quiet man, a fixer, a behind the scenes specialist.

But Bob did not see these things and trusted that somehow the group was being led. His mind was elsewhere. He was getting ready to leave for nearly a month on a trip and would not be back until just before the BitBay ICO.  The Salamander was leaving the same day for Asia, where he would be coordinating preparations for BitBay.  Bob asked Paul to hold the fort while he was gone.



2) The Salamander

I knew the Salamander least of all. He rarely spoke in the chat unless directly addressed. It was clear Bob trusted him, and that he played a key role in the group. But it was unclear to almost all of us who he was, and what exactly he did.

What I will tell you of the Salamander I mainly found out later, after things had fallen apart. And that was this: he was the fixer. The briefcase guy. The one who would go where the job needed to get done, then leave. And no one would know he had been there.

He had found us the coin for BitSwift. He was quietly involved in a half a other dozen coins. He had open back channels to almost everyone in crypto. He was everything Bob was not: quiet, methodical, invisible.

As the group began to stumble, the Salamander on his way to Asia to coordinate the BitBay ICO with the Chinese partners and David Zimbeck. In a perfect world, this would have worked out well. After all, the Salamander was a fixer. A project organizer. But as you know, gentle reader, this was not to be.


3) The bag holders.

We were looking for a leader. We came to the chat every day as October wore on. Anyone seen Bob?  became a standard phrase we would find sitting in the chat window. Rotting. Unanswered. Just a blinking cursor.

The Mintpal 2.0 launch delay had killed us. Of course we had stayed in XST too long. We could have been out with 200 – 300% profits. But the air had been thick with moon talk and the tech looked good and Bob didn’t actually tell us directly, get out. now.  Bob never said, no more. So we stayed in, and got hammered by dumps.

It was decided that XST launching on Mintpal 2.0 was going to be our exit. But Mintpal went down in flames and soon after, weaknesses were uncovered in the Stealth anon. XST tanked. And we were truly screwed.

Less than a month later, Swift was at the top, up almost 400% since the ICO. And the same thing happened. Everyone – Bob included  - was talking moon. So we did not exit. We foot soldiers wanted to be team players, so we set high support. And got dumped into again.

Around that time, about a dozen people from the crew had decided to do a meet up in Amsterdam. Bob changed his flights so he could be there. The Salamander was on his way to Asia, and he too rebooked. When chat started streaming in from the whole crew in the basement of the Bulldog in Amsterdam it sounded fucking legendary. One of us messaged back, what is Bob saying about Swift?

I can’t believe those guys haven’t gotten out. What, they are up 300% and that’s not enough? What have I said, over and over again. Don’t be greedy. Sell a little every day.

Bob was almost out of Swift. Paul was just getting started. We were holding bags of worthless XST, and had missed our exit from Swift. There was a mole in the group. We had no leader. The mood was turning foul.

Everything was falling apart.



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Intermezzo:

The BitBay ICO was a different animal for Bob’s group. It was, in some ways, a risky move.

For the first time, Bob would not control the coin.

Bob’s involvement was fairly limited: the Chinese heavies who were starting BitBay had lined up a dev in Zimbeck. But they had no expertise in marketing a coin. This was to be the responsibility of Bob and his group, in return for their share of the ICO.

The problem was that Bob did not control the majority of the coin supply. Bob was an old school pumper: he knew that knowing where the coins were, and having control over what was happening with them was crucial for moving a market. With BitBay the Chinese would hold the majority of the coins. And they could shaft Bob at anytime.

The Salamander was sent to China to sign off on the deal for Bob. The Salamander was not supposed to be the fixer this time around: Steve was in charge of the project. And Zimbeck of Halo fame had signed on to be the dev.

But what the Salamander found happening in Cambodia needed fixing. And that’s where the trouble began.





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Part 6.  The Fall of the Salamander


Gentle readers. Look at the stage.

There is movement now. Different shades of darkness within the darkness.

You can see the ronin, my former brothers-in-arms, warming themselves around fires in the shadows of Paul and David. But they are fewer now. How many of you are left?
How many of you have laid down your weapons and withdrawn to your homes, your families?
 
You can see the darkness that has enveloped Bob. The darkness of a leader without followers, cut off from his greatness. Alone.

You can see the battle camps of Paul and David, ringed by the fires of their ronin.  They have found each other in the darkness. War makes strange bedfellows. Now they are pegging their fortunes and trying desperately not to fall.

Deep in the backround you can see Lin. Unmoving. Invisible. Betting that everyone will finish each other off, leaving him unscathed.

You can see Steve. Tied to his sins, roped permanently to David. Sinking slowly in this wine dark sea.

But you cannot see the Salamander.

He was the first to fall.



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When the Salamander saw what was happening in Cambodia he should have just walked away. He should have gotten on the plane and messaged Bob it’s a clusterfuck. Keep the fuck out.

But he didn’t.

The Salamander was a fixer.  He was not supposed to be the fixer in BitBay though. He was supposed to be the briefcase man, the bridge between the Chinese and Bob. After all, months earlier, the Chinese had brought on the wunderkind Zimbeck; no one imagined that Zimbeck would become the one thing that needed fixing the most – but the one thing that could not be fixed.

For starters, Zimbeck was in Cambodia. The logic was that Zimbeck could hire and train a team of Cambodian devs for a fraction of what that might cost in the West. There was just one problem with this. There seemed to be no devs in Cambodia. And Zimbeck was having no luck training devs himself. He was even having problems getting the first Bay wallet to compile.

The Salamander looked at this situation, and looked at the BitBay roadmap. Smart contracts were supposed to be released in three weeks. A functioning decentralized market in less than two months. This was clearly a situation in need of fixing.

There was another problem. David began to tell the Salamander that of all the technology he was working on, only the pegging would be exclusive to Bay. Everything else – the multicoin wallet, the markets, the mesh technology  - would be shared with Halo. He even told Salamander that the Halo Nighttrader and markets would be released about the same time as BitBay.

The Salamander knew this was a headshot for BitBay.  BitBay’s whole identity was to be the first online decentralized marketplace. To have Halo offering essentially to license the same thing to anyone who came along made no sense at all.  Again – here was a situation that needed fixing.

But there was a problem. Somewhere along the line, David had become a partner in BitBay. So no one could tell him what to do.

It is standard operating procedure in any corporation, even in politics – that when one takes on a partnership role, one must divest oneself of any asset that can lead to conflict of interest. But this had not happened here. David was full speed ahead on Halo. While being a partner in Bay. And since he was a partner, no one could exert any authority over him.

The situation could not possibly be fixed.

This was the Salamander’s fatal mistake. He should have turned around and messaged Bob, it’s a clusterfuck. Stay the fuck away.

But he didn’t. He set about trying to fix the situation.

Gentle reader. You all know what happened next. David and the Salamander fought each other to a bloody finish, first in private, and then in public.

The irony in David’s situation is this: he was a full partner in Bay. Bay was not yet tarnished – it had heavy backing, and a shot at being the first true decentralized marketplace in Asia. If he had just ported Halo into Bay and respected basic divestment procedures, he could have been rich beyond what Halo would ever make him.

Instead, there he is, gentle readers – before you on the stage. Encamped in the darkness. Exiled. Surrounded by rings of believers, and the fires of his ronin.

We will return to David. But first we must witness the rest of the Salamander’s fall.


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Intermezzo:

My former brothers-in-arms.
 
There is nothing more dangerous than unpaid soldiers.  All of you got your share of the BitSwift ICO. But many of you were paid nothing from Bay.  

You now have two scores to settle. One for money, and one for revenge.
 
Some of you are now riding for Paul. He became your leader long ago. Your saddlebags are filled with Swift, and your fate is thrown in with his.

Some of you are now riding for Zimbeck.  Bob did not pay you your share of the Bay ICO, and Zimbeck was right there when you turned. He wanted revenge on Bob and the Salamander. And so did you. And now, your bags heavy with Bay from the ICO, you must ride for Zimbeck if you hope to ever get out alive.

Some of you are still riding for Bob. You were paid from the BitBay ICO. Nothing has changed for you.

Oh my brothers, I see you. I see each of you. I recognize you in the torch light as you pass. On your way to strike a hidden blow for Bob. Or Paul. Or David.
  
I do not judge you. You are ronin. You are my brothers in arms.

Do not judge me for telling this tale. My dagger is not drawn for you.



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The Salamander was falling apart.

By now, he was the only leader left in the group. Bob was AWOL, and Paul had left the group in late October, leaving only the Salamander to hold things together.

The Salamander was spectacularly unsuited for this role. He was quiet, prone to mood swings, and exhausted from weeks of trying to fix the BitBay situation. He felt like he was the only one in the group working hard. Bob was nowhere to be found, and without a leader, the group was coasting; except for the occasional tweet or forum post, no one seemed to be doing anything. Bay had gone briefly above 300 just after the ICO, fallen back to ICO price, and then began its steady decline.

The situation in Cambodia was going from bad to worse. Zimbeck was unable to compile the first Bay wallet, which the exchange would require to release the first ICO funds. The Salamander stepped in and fixed the situation, bringing in another dev who solved in a few hours the problem that had stumped Zimbeck for days. A fight then broke out in which Zimbeck berated the dev and called him a monkey, ending any chance of further help.

The development schedule fell more and more behind. Zimbeck spent increasing amounts of time and energy on the forums distancing himself from the Bay project. He was a partner in BitBay and had received his share of the ICO funds already - facts he was keeping hidden from public view -  so nothing could be done to bring him into line. Even worse, a massive amount of free coins had been released to David. David refused to lock these coins up in escrow.  This made any kind of pump from Bob’s side far too risky. Bob made it clear to the Chinese he would not risk a pump until David’s coins were safely locked away. David refused. The situation was at an impasse. There would be no pump.

It was now weeks after the ICO. Bitbay was steadily dropping in price. None of the elements needed for a marketing push were being delivered to the Salamander. The website could not be built, because there were no screenshots of smart wallets, or coherent written explanations from David as to exactly how any of the promised tech would work: hedging, pegging, the marketplace, smart contracts, or the mesh tech. And when the smart wallet was finally delivered a week overdue, it didn’t work.

Nothing to market with. A broken wallet.  No pump machine. A dev who was answerable to no one.

He was trying to fix BitBay, and he was getting nowhere.

During the same weeks, the foot soldiers were looking to the Salamander for answers that were just not there. They had been told that they would have to ‘work hard’ this time to get an ICO cut – but it wasn’t really clear what that meant. And they had not gotten paid. They were waiting for the pump to begin, but with no marketing materials, a broken wallet,  and no Bob – there was nothing to pump on.

They began to simply blame it on Bob. So few of the ICO’s dirty little secrets were known to them – the fake BTC at BTer, the problems behind the scenes with David,  the immense number of free coins that were actually out there – that the foot soldiers simply could not understand why the coin wasn’t being pumped. They could not understand the simple sentence they kept hearing again and again. It’s not our coin. It’s not our coin.

The price of Bay kept falling. The foot soldiers bags grew heavier. The mood grew more foul. Everyone wanted answers from the Salamander. And he had none.

He grew sour and bitter in the group chat. He spoke openly against Bob. This went on for days until others began to tell him they were sick of his moaning, and that he should leave.

It was that very evening that Bob finally returned to the chat. Back from his trip, moved into a new apartment, internet finally hooked up.  He was in a jovial mood and did not notice the mutinous atmosphere when first arrived. People began to question him about getting paid. It seemed as though Bob was not taking any of it seriously. He told the Salamander to lighten up.

And that was all it took.

The Salamander left the chat. His icon blinked once. And then it was gone.


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Gentle reader.

The time has come to end this story.

I will tell you the fates of Bob and Steven and Lin and the Salamander. And Paul and David.

And I will finish with a word to the people I miss the most.

My brothers in arms.

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Bob

Bob was outplayed by the Chinese. Played to a draw by David. Abandoned by his lieutenants. Cursed by his soldiers. And now he is nearly alone.

But I think I will take an extra moment here for Bob. After all, it is the Story of Bob.

People like to hate Bob. I saw his other side, so it's not so black and white for me. Twice in six months guys on the crew got hacked and lost all their coins. Got taken down to zero. Bob heard about it both times, and made it right, behind the scenes.

One strange thing about Bob I never quite figured out. He liked people who clearly hated him. Even after someone became his enemy, he still liked them a lot. Back when the mole was doing the most damage, I was on Mumble in the middle of the night with him one night. No one else around. We were smoking weed and speculating on who might be the mole in the group.  About one guy in particular, a guy who was really, really smart. Bob said, yea.... it might be him. Your right. He paused. But you know what? Even if it is him? I still like him a lot.

But in the end, I can't say I feel sorry for Bob. The group falling apart was his fault. I saw it coming a mile away, and I made sure I got paid before I left.  My brothers who didn’t collect?  Bob will have ronin after him for months.

Perhaps you would have liked it if Bob had been put out of the Game for good. But he will be back. How could he not? There are too many coins that want pumping. Too many people who want profit. There will always be foot-soldiers. Look over in nearby threads. There will always be “believers”. There will always be “investors”.  And there will always be messiahs to lead them.


Steven

Steven is still falling. He is tied to his sins, roped permanently to David. Sinking slowly in this wine dark sea.


Lin
Lin escapes. He lives to fight another day. His strategy worked. There is no moral outcry over his actions. No one has started a viral campaign against BTer.
So disappointing. Gentle reader, you would have liked to see him fall. But you left it up to Bob and Paul and Steven and the Salamander. Lin proved himself smarter than all of them. And you simply did not care.


The Salamander

The Salamander will eventually return. He is a fixer. A briefcase man. There is always be a need for him. We all hatch plans and set events in motion. We all are involved in larger movements. Salamanders move on a right angle plane to our movements, our events, our lives, unseen. They fix what needs fixing. And then they disappear.

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What a disappointing ending so far. So ambiguous. All the bad guys are getting off easy.
 
We would like a sharper moral clarity to come out of this sad mess. We would like it if – at the end of this story  – the world would appear a little different than when we started this tale.

But it doesn’t, does it?

In this story we have seen both Swift and BitBay  get created out of thin air. We have watched both ICO’s get staged by Bob Surplus. Devs who have collaborated knowingly and willingly in his rigged ICO’s and reaped handsome rewards are still comfortably in their jobs, supported by their communities.

During the four days of this story, both BitBay dev and the BitSwift dev moved their coins to private forums. Away from the public eye. Their “investors” and “believers” applauded these moves.

During this time, the market price of BitSwift is relatively unchanged. The same is true of BitBay
.
So the altcoin market around us has spoken. It has shrugged. It is morally unimpressed.

You cannot expect your story teller to give you a better ending than the ending that is actually happening, can you?

An ending that includes both these devs coming to these very pages to sneer at Bob Surplus?

Proclaiming their own moral superiority to people of his type?

Gentle reader.

Now you know who my dagger is for.

The hypocrites.

The doxxers.

The cowards.



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The Hypocrites

You profited from your alliances with Bob. You were in on the ICO's. You dev the coins he midwifed. You cling tightly to the money he helped you make. All the while proclaiming that he is scum, that he should swing for his sins.


The Doxxers - on all sides

You fancy yourselves as heroes. As equalizers.
 
You give yourself a moral free card, because you are convinced of the righteousness of your cause.

You give yourself the right to be judge, jury, and executioner.
 
You are the worst kind of coward. And this is why:

You could act on your own information. You could get on that plane.

You could go knock on that door.

But you hope someone else will do your dirty work.

That someone else will settle your score.

That someone will ‘get what’s coming to them’

With you at a safe moral distance.

You say, but I am doing it for others.

No. You are not.

If "others" really want it done, they can do the research. They can get on that plane. They can go knock on that door.

Do you really believe it is ok to be judge, jury and executioner? You do?

My dagger is for you.


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To my brothers in arms. You know who you are.

I would like to end on a serious note. Thank you for the discussion of penises.  Weed.  Midget clown sex. Calise. Especially Calise. Panamanian land prices. West coast pizza. The bitch who stole the money. East coast snowstorms. Weed.  Anarchism. Nootropics.  Bill Clinton. The Middle East. RG3. GTA.  Weed. Taylor Swift.  For each bro. Each lol.  And everything in between.


The End.


I could listen to this guy all day.

See how much of a pain in the ass it is to scroll through thousands of words to get to a meaningless sentence? Forum much?

I see what you mean.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Bobsurplus on July 27, 2015, 12:09:41 AM
LMAO. Lets try to keep this thread civil.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: QuestionAuthority on July 27, 2015, 12:10:41 AM
Once upon a time there was a guy named Bob.

He really should have lived thirty years earlier. His true calling – and I told him this several times – was to be a pimp running mid level hookers in Detroit or Cleveland. That’s where his taste for impressive champagnes and black cars and large powerboats rented by the hour would have found its natural home, its natural pasture.
 
Unfortunately for Bob, and unfortunately for a lot coins with teenage names like XCloud, XST, BitSwift, Halo, and BitBay, he came of age some thirty five years later in a time when fortunes were out there to be made, and young men in their mothers basements the world over were intent on making them.

This proved to also be unfortunate for a number of these young men who had recently made it out of their mothers’ basements and into the world of making crypto coins. They were brave dreamers, with teenage names like Miu, David, Lin, Paul, Salamander, and Steven – but to Bob, they were just players in the game.

Bob and these starry eyed boys did what starry eyed boys do. They hatched plans and they scammed people and used the money for hookers and blow and weed and mortgage payments. But it never seemed to lead to fairy tale endings. In fact, it led to train wrecks. Massive train wrecks.
 
This is a satisfying way for stories to end – everyone gets what they deserve. And in this situation, everyone seems to be getting what they deserve. Perfect moral structure in the story.
 
But to understand a train wreck, we need to understand who was driving the train, who was shoveling coal, who was the monkey, and who built the tracks.  We have to go back to the beginning. We have to figure out how Bob and Steve and David and Paul and Lin and Salamander all know each other - if we want to understand why they now all hate each other, and are tearing each other apart in public. We have to choose a beginning for this story.  Luckily that is easy. It begins with a strange thing happening to a coin called Liberty coin.



Part 2: Liberty Coin

Call me Ishmael. Many months ago, having lost a fair amount of BTC on a coin with the  teenage name of Cloak I resolved to set off into the distant oceans of treachery to find for myself the source of my downfall.

The days of Cloak were heady – it was The Promised Coin. The lines on the chart seemed like they could only go up. In the bloodrush of my approaching wealth I remember the flushing feeling of reading these two lines in the forum from someone named Bob Surplus -  “I really like this coin. I’m gonna crack open a cold wallet when I get home and buy some more.”

That night was like deep crypto Viagra. Cloak doubled in price, the rest of the world simply ceased to exist. But like all good things  - sex, packets of cocaine, the Talking Heads  - the ending came. And it was brutal. Not only did I not sell at the top, I doubled down in the 20’s, thinking, what a steal.

Everyone reading this knows what happened next. Turns out a teenaged boy barely out of his  mother’s basement put one over on me and everyone like me. Except for one person it seems.

Bob Surplus.

And lo and behold, just by chance the next day I happened upon a thread called “Winning Altcoin Picks” started by – you guessed it, gentle reader. Bob Surplus. Cracker of cold wallets. Former Eternal Lover of Cloak.

I resolved to meet my situation with fortitude. I mustered my sense of greed and rapaciousness and moral indifference and immediately sent a pm requesting a BTC address that I might follow the Master, and enter the Way.

What happened next happened very fast. Not being a young virgin innocent to the ways of the world, I can only use the young virgin metaphor in a literary sense but it will do. My violation was immediate and complete. I was immediately asked to post approving comments on his recruitment thread, this I did without hesitation. There were other young men gathering;  it had the feeling of jihad. The smell of stacks was strong, like a Tunisian perfume.

We were ushered into a chat where talk of penises was routine. That and an immediate feeling of camaraderie. I do not know if these two things were connected. I suspect they were. I had no time to meditate on this; we were told that a play was about to happen; that we should get our coins onto two exchanges. What happened next happened so fast I will be able to cover it in two sentences. We were told the play was a coin called Xcloud, and to buy in slowly, up to 4 btc worth. Everyone did this, the coin exploded, and some few hours later I exited – coached by the group’s senior members  - with 8 btc. Up 4 btc in a couple hours.

Now this was exhausting work – drinking beer, making penis jokes, and padding order books – so I went right to bed afterwards. When I woke up and looked at the charts, xCloud looked like a sad and deflated penis. I apologize gentle reader. It is a sleazy world I am leading you into. But truth is an unvarnished thing. Ask David, and Paul, and Bob, and Steve and …. Oh wait a minute. Nevermind.

Later that afternoon the chat was jovial. The talk of stacks and hookers and penises ran like a deep and powerful river. But then the mood changed. Our beloved lieutenants withdrew from the brotherly conversation.   And when they returned, they had our marching orders. It seemed a coin had come to Bob’s restless attention. And it was time for us – Bob’s own Roman Crypto Legion – to gird our loins for battle again.



Intermezzo

Gentle Readers.

I realize I have committed the ultimate sin of storytelling: I have left you with less that a clear idea of where the narrative is going.

I will make amends.

One might ask, why talk of liberty coin? Is that not yesterday's news?

After all, six months is an eternity in crypto. And forgetfulness is the balm that we would all wish upon our deeds. Right David? Bob? Paul? Steve? Lin? Perhaps others who are listening closely?

But you see, this far back we must look. For it was it was in the belly of Liberty Coin that BitSwift was born.  

That midwifery is what I shall weave the tale of next. Perhaps Bob Surplus's darkest moment.  When his newly formed group, flush with victory from XCloud, nearly disintegrated on their very next play. But the newborn scream of the baby rescued the night.

I was just a foot soldier in Bob's legion. There are others angrier than I currently wandering the darkness of this forum, striking alliances of convenience, of revenge. You gentle brethren, you know the night I am talking about. When in that darkest moment, hammering furiously on the keyboard, Bob's words rolled across our screens. Guys. I have a plan.




Liberty Coin, part 2

People think the belly of the whale must be a place of darkness. One is swallowed from the world, never to return. But in reality it is not like this at all. It is a place of camaraderie and slowly built friendships bathed in cool keyboard lights and monitor glows in silent rooms across the world where girlfriends have gone to sleep, kids are off to bed, and men have drawn their chairs into a world of tabbed windows, darkened charts, multiple open threads, and blinking pencils moving endlessly across the screen.

The best of these nights are when everyone is there. The screen is crackling with the blustering joviality of International Rob. The long, neural wanderings of BitCoinada. The occasional and distant interjections from the Salamander, who seems to be communicating from a place deep in his psyche or perhaps from a different planet, it was always hard to tell which. Us foot soldiers all crowding in and clapping each hard on the shoulders and laughing loudly about who is smoking what, which bags are being held, who got hacked. It is all so convivial, deep in the belly of the whale.

Until the whale is slaughtered, and we are all dragged out into the light.

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The word came down that Bob had made a pick. We were to accumulate a coin called Librex slowly, over the next four or five days. When this word came down from above, it was trading at just above 15 and Bob said do not buy above 20. Go slowly.

This, of course, fell on deaf ears. After all, we were young crypto jihadists waiting for our marching orders and making endless jokes about hookers and penises and here was a beautiful virgin suddenly laid before us, unaware of our intentions. Within a few hours the price was at 25 and rising. By the time the whole group found out about the pick it was over 30.

Conditions became chaotic. The late arrivals and newest recruits to the group did not know whether or not to buy. Was it too late? The young jihadists who were first on the girl ignored Bob’s instructions about dinner and flowers and were balls deep in the coin. Nor did they pull out as he had instructed. The orgy gained speed and within hours Librex was above 5.

In the few days after the Xcloud play the group had doubled in number.  Now there were so many foot soldiers crowding into the chat that it was impossible to know who was who. The air was full of dust and confusion and people posting support levels and others arguing for suppression to let latecomers in and terse interjections from the Salamander and the din of endless giddy shouting  from the young jihadists. Through it all like some connecting strand ran the endless ranting of Bob about letting his dogs out and be right back I gotta roll another joint and the moon baby the moon! all thickening into a heavy battle fog of pillage and victory covering the world around us as Librex pushed above 8.

And then - from somewhere deep in that thick, intoxicating cloud - the Salamander spoke three  words: there’s a problem.

In any drunken bus crash, there are usually one or two who are the first to notice that the bus has suddenly gone through the guard rail and is in mid-air. This was the Salamander’s gift. He had an ability to see what others could not, or would not. I came to understand this about him.

In this case, the rabid frenzy that Bob’s pump had whipped up in the forums had suddenly taken a violent turn. It had suddenly been revealed? Fabricated? – gentle reader, it matters not – that this young virgin Librex was not the virgin she had pretended to be, but apparently a clone of Liberty Coin.

Librex began to fall, not some kind of graceful fall, but like a dead body on its way to some pavement far below. She plunged through the thick support walls that the foot soldiers had all built around 7, past where the latecomers had grudgingly entered at 6.  And she kept falling.

Chaos reigned in the chat. No one knew if the fud was real. Bob was suddenly, suspiciously gone, something about how his computer had crashed. Foot soldiers who did not cancel their support fast enough suddenly owned massive amounts of Librex. The Salamander had also disappeared, after typing the mysterious words, hold on. I am talking to a guy.
 
And Librex continued her ugly fall.

By the time Bob retuned to the chat, Librex had lost 50% and was falling towards 4. He was met with a barrage of confused and angry questions from his young jihadists and it seemed he had no answers. His bluster was gone. Then, out from the army of angry pencils flying across the screen emerged a single sentence from the Salamander: I have been talking to my guy inside. The fud is real.

All the little pencils on the screen stopped. I was new and stupid to the game. I thought, everyone is letting the Salamander speak. But no. Half the group had immediately tabbed open their exchange windows and begun to sell. Librex gained speed towards the pavement, plunging through 30 and into the 20’s. Bobs pencil began to move across the screen.

Guys, I know this isn’t turning out like we planned.

It was clear Bob was off balance.

You gotta make your own decisions. I don’t know what’s really going on here.

His words were strange, full of uncertainty.

If you gotta sell you gotta sell. I can’t make that decision for you.

For someone so cocksure, so full of himself, it was a dark, unfamiliar moment.

His pencil began to move across the screen again.

Guys I know some of you have lost a lot of money here. imana make it up to you, i promise. I got a plan. i gotta new thing we are gonna do together, it’s not like this. imana  get you guys in on it. we make a coin see? and it’s our coin, none of this bullshit. it’s our coin. you guys are gonna buy in and get all your money back.

it’s an ico.




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Intermezzo:

Everyone has their fatal flaws.

In our story, gentle reader, Bob is of course the largest figure, and perhaps the most flawed. And flaws are what lead to those tragic falls from grace.  Stay with me, gentle reader as the candle mutters low. We will see Bob fall. We will see others fall. Can you feel them here around us? Trying not to fall?

You are with me now on this journey, across the wine-dark sea that stretches from Cloak to Swift and BitBay. We have heard the scream in the darkness of little BitSwift being born. BitSwift’s ungodly sibling Bay lies still hidden in the womb. She will emerge in due course as our candle gutters low.

We spoke of flaws. And greatness, and how they are perhaps two sides of the same coin. The hustler Bob had one enormous greatness. He liked people. More than Bitcoin, more than rented powerboats and blow, he liked to talk with people, hear about their lives, draw out their stories. My former brothers-in-arms all know this. You, in Panama. You, in London. You who lived on pizza. It’s why we all liked Bob. He was our charismatic leader. And he genuinely liked us.

But charismatic leaders come in all different forms. In the darkest Greek tragedies, the best ones enter quietly, late in the second act. Unrecognized.

As darkness fell over the battlefield that night of Librex, little did we know who was about to enter our group, and change so much of what came next.  





Part 3: Schizophrenia

Prelude:
You who read this are innocent in varying degrees. You are here in crypto because you are playing the game, some for noble reasons, some for reasons of profit. Some of you think crypto is going to change the world. Some of you have been to bed with her and had the night of your lives. And want that night again. Most of you feel both of these things to some degree – but not one of us is innocent. When you type in your 2fa there is always that special plugging-in sensation, isn’t there?

But into what?

What part of yourself? What is that heroin flow that begins?


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If the newborn scream of BitSwift came in the darkest moment of Librex, it was also ultimately a fatal childbirth for Bob’s group.

The universe is fundamentally emergent. When deep conflicts exist, humans emerge to embody them and explore them, to play them out and resolve them on the human stage. This is how the universe discovers itself. This is why classic mythology is structured the way it is. Our world already had Bob. But to explore and ultimately resolve the inherent tension between profit and idealism in crypto – that same unresolved, unexamined tension within you, dear reader - Bob’s doppelganger would need to emerge.

None of us understood this at the time, awakening as we did to the smoldering ruins of Librex. We were young jihadists in a foul mood, ready to mutiny and doxx and do all the angry things that betrayed young men do. That a small, red Canadian maple leaf suddenly appearing in the group’s chat window could mean so much  -  well who could know that?

As Kierkegaard said, life can only be understood looking backwards, but it must be lived going forward.

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The day after the Librex fiasco Bob’s team was in tatters. Someone had opened a second, hidden chat channel where only foot soldiers had access, and here the air was thick with paranoia and revolt. Had Bob’s computer really crashed in the middle of the play? He had said something about having to run down to his office – these were his exact words in the Cloak thread just before he had dumped everything the month before. And what about the Salamander? Did any of us actually know who he was? Was there any way to be certain he was not Bob?

Librex was gasping at just above 4. The sell pressure was massive and most of the group’s members had lost all their BTC in support the night before and needed at least 7 or 8 to get out alive.  Bob had loaded support into the low twenties but it was going to take a massive push and some fat stacks to levitate the corpse of Librex and send her back towards 8. It was right about this time that the small red maple leaf appeared with the name Coinada and Bob’s words rolled across the screen, guys I want you to meet Paul. We go way back. He’s not really in the group but I want you to look on him like a leader, like me or the Salamander.

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Paul exploded into the group. He did not seem to sleep; he had massive stacks of BTC and deployed them ruthlessly. Over the next 48 hrs he singlehandedly transformed both the group’s energy and the charts of Librex. The foot soldiers were drawn to him and followed his lead, jumping at the chance to eat whatever smaller walls their stacks would allow. Paul’s attitude was ruthless and manic. If  some smaller group tried to dump into his support and stop his advance he would sight up the charts, find their five or ten btc encampment and attack it, saying fuck you man, you’re my bitch now. And Bob’s foot soldiers – now Paul’s foot soldiers - would pour through the breach after him, mopping up what was left from Paul’s assault. Within days Librex was comfortably in double digits, with Paul holding the fort seemingly without sleep.

This led into the best months the group would ever have. Coinada Paul and Bob working smoothly together, our leaders. The Salamander was always there in the background, strangely hidden.  XST was played. NHZ was played. But this cannot be a story about every coin Bob’s group played the last six months. It is not that story.

There is a baby crying for our attention. Little BitSwift.

Though that was not yet her name.



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Intermezzo

Gentle reader.

The best Greek tragedies are the darkest ones. They take us deep into a world where we can see everything happen before it happens, and so our primary emotion as we watch the characters choose their actions is one of disbelief. Of horror. This is where the darkness comes from as we watch the tragedy unfold. We know it is completely unnecessary. That at each moment, any of the actors – so much larger than life as we watch them – could step back, choose differently, and avoid their fate.

In these tragedies the chorus is usually silent the first two acts. They are – like you gentle reader – facing the stage, watching things unfold. It is only when the protagonists start making inexplicable choices, the choices that will doom them, that one by one, the ragged and unkempt men of the chorus begin to turn towards the audience, raising their voices against the voices of the actors, bemoaning what is occurring, lashing out at hidden forces that the actors can apparently not see. As the third act thickens this becomes overwhelming, and the sea of voices from both stage and the chorus becomes a din of chaotic foreshadowing in real time as the actors plunge towards self-destruction.

This is where we are, isn’t it, dear reader?

Watching Bob, and David, and Paul, and the Salamander - and everyone they will drag with them - self-destruct, in real time?

And the riveting horror of it, that it does not need to be happening, but it is? Right before our eyes?

Gentle reader. I shall try to keep my voice low. But I have turned from the stage now. I am talking to  you.




Part 3: Schizophrenia (continued)

From the start, Bob said over and over again, never fall in love with a coin. Sell a little every day he would say. 40% profit is good. 60% is good. In the days when our pumps were working like a well-tuned Detroit diesel he would greet us foot soldiers as we arrived in the chat, howya doin today man. you selling a little today? Don’t be greedy man. Put some small sells up there.

In the early days he was full of wisdom like this. He was genuinely trying to teach us how to make money. Bob was an old school pumper, this was what he did. Of course, his words mainly fell on deaf ears. Few of us were there to learn how to trade. We were young jihadists looking for stacks of BTC. How do you not fall in love with a coin who has drawn you in with her smooth legs, has her hand around your stack and is stroking it to a size it has never been before? How do you pull yourself away from something like that?

The problem was, if you didn’t pull out, you were guaranteed to end up holding bags at the top. And that started happening in the plays. During the XST pump everyone could have been out with 200% profit but guys were still pushing, building support at more than 300%, and when the music stopped (those endless days of waiting for Mintpal to launch V2)  many in the group were left holding large bags at the top.  The BitSwift pump.  400% gains.  But again, bagholders at the top. During the four months between August and December, the one guy who made the most money in the group was the one guy who was never there. He simply entered and exited when Bob said so. When asked how much money he had made during those months, he responded with his laconic southern drawl, well, more money than most americans make in a year I suppose …


But we figured all of this out too late, didn’t we, my former brothers-in-arms?  
I know you are listening to me. You are out there in the darkness of this forum, all of you. Outcast ronin. Striking up alliances of convenience and revenge.
You remember those times.  200% profit in a couple days seemed like nothing. We were after stacks. We wanted to be like Paul and Bob. We wanted to prove ourselves to be ballers, so we left 300%  in our rear view mirrors and threw up high support walls and ate up bids to make new floors. We wanted that thumping, pulsing feeling in the chat of saying, i just put 2 btc right below you. i’ll take it to 890. gotta go out for a bit but I’m leaving support at 1750.  ok, I’m ready to push. who’s with me?



We were not playing it like Bob, selling on the way up. We were not playing it like Paul, who would quickly arbitrage his pushes on a different exchange to reload his stacks. We wanted to be like them. But we were not doing it like them.

We grew angry. We felt like we were being team players, putting up high support, getting dumped into. And then it seemed like ‘the plan’ – whatever that was  - would suddenly be over, and we were off to a new coin. And no one was telling us what ‘the plan’ was to get out of the last coin, how we were to get rid of those bags.

There was a schizophrenia growing in the group as well, and this was between the leadership styles of Bob and Paul. This – like everything else here – is only clear in hindsight. It started in XST, and ended in Amsterdam.

Paul was cerebral, and the group was taking on coins that had increasingly interesting tech possibilities behind them. Paul liked talking to the devs, meditating on the ideas and possibilities behind them. Bob on the other hand was only interested in the tech insofar as it gave us a marketing angle over other coins. Tech that could translate into stacks.

You dear reader – I know you. I know what just happened in your head. Paul is the good guy. And Jesus, that Bob, what a scumbag.

But are you so innocent, dear reader? You have never held a coin and were frustrated that the dev seemed unable or uninterested in communicating its tech to the world? A coin that could have, should have been worth two, three times as much?

You have, dear reader. I know you.

You are not Paul alone. You are Bob as well.

Know thyself.


Our pumps would take a few weeks to plan, take positions, establish PR, then move the coin up the charts with  all the normal tools -  forum hype, tweets, everything that would set the magic merry-go -round of hope and dreams in motion. And what ended up happening was this:  by that third or fourth week, in  XST or Swift, when 200% and 300% were far below us, out of memory, like an ugly girl we once dated, Paul and Bob  - our leaders – would be on completely different pages.

Psychologically, and financially, Bob would be on his way out of the coin. But Paul would be just getting started. He was, after all, a crypto idealist.

This proved to be fatal in BitSwift.

Paul fell in love with the coin.

Ahhh. Little Bitswift.

My apologies dear reader. I know you want to hear all about little BitSwift, and how she came to be. We are almost there.

But to understand how BitSwift was born, we had to first understand the world she was being born into. The bagholders. The growing schism within the group. The leaders. These are the people who created little BitSwift. These are the people who profited from her being born.

I must rest. I am not sure what the muses will speak of next, Amsterdam or little BitSwift. The death of the group. Or the glory of Paul.

Somewhere out there the ungodly, bastard child BitBay awaits her entrance. With Lin and David and Steve and Bob and the Salamander and Halo and thousands of fake BTC and Holly from Taiwan.
 
I must rest.

I must rest.



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Intermezzo:

Her name was not BitSwift at the start. It was Timeshare Coin.

Gentle reader, when you have stopped laughing, I will continue.

Thank you.

We could not pull an ICO out of thin air. We had to have a coin. And that coin had to have a dev, and be crypto-certified and not launched yet. Once we found that coin  - we could just rebrand it into anything we wanted for our ICO.

The Salamander found Timeshare Coin. It was a slam dunk. Ready to launch, a perfect coin for our ICO, but the name had to go. In fact, the whole timeshare concept had to go – it was too sleazy.

We started brainstorming a stronger concept.  Paradise Coin (Condo Ownership).  Real Estate Coin (Industrial property). We argued for a couple hours over what was a better investment, vacation property or commercial real estate. Half the conversation was about how much Bob hated condos. We decided that shit was too complicated. We had a great name from before  - XWire. We could slap that onto the coin.  But we didn’t know what XWire was. We just knew it was a cool name for a coin. Bob said arrright I gotta walk my dogs, you guys figure out what the coin’s gonna be. People started coming with ideas. XWire would let you transmit Bitcoin faster than the block chain. How? Well …. it would use dedicated satellite transmission. Satellites? Hmmm. Wait a minute. What about putting btc wallets in satellites? In case of like – typhoons and nuclear war and shit. Yea, that was a good idea. How much did renting hard disk space on a satellite cost anyhow? But what about EMP, wouldn’t satellites be vulnerable? (15 minute discussion of EMP. Some pretty good movies it had happened in.) Ok. So no prob. We’ll do backups at those, like, remote places on here on earth, you know what I’m talking about?  where they are saving the two each of all the worlds’ seeds? That 10, 000 foot deep cave in Svalbard. Or Switzerland. Wait a minute. Wasn’t Richard Branson doing something like this already? Fuck it. Ok. Back to the start. XWire would let you get your money the fastest way possible from point A to point B.  Money, or Bitcoin? Both. In fact, any coin. Yes, any coin. You know, Xwire should really have Bit in the name. Bit-this and Bit-that were no-brainers for a good coin name. BitWire. Nice. Wait a minute. Money moving, money transfer. What’s that thing called, y’know, when you send money overseas? The international bank wire system? Yea. SWIFT.

Fuck BitWire.

BitSwift was her name.





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Part 4. Little BitSwift and the Glory of Paul

For a hustler, or a grifter, or a down-on-his-luck dev, for foot soldiers in a pump group, for the leaders of a pump group, an ICO is a brilliant play.

The same cannot be said for an exchange owner. The same profits are there, but the risk is exponentially higher. After all, you are getting in bed with – let’s see. Hustlers. Grifters. Pumpers. Future ronin. And down-on-their-luck Devs.

One  must wonder. What was Lin thinking?

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This is how a fake ICO works:

The foot soldiers commit to buying a certain amount the coin during the ICO. The leaders get 100% of the BTC generated from the ICO back, and refund the foot soldiers what they bought, without taking back the coins involved. This means the soldiers can sell these coins later at any price above 1 satoshi – and it is all pure profit, since they got their original BTC back already.

Of course fig leafs are needed for such a play. Large chunks of ICO are set aside for “marketing” and “development”. Conveniently, it is the ICO leaders who control these addresses.

One would think this sort of thing would eventually boomerang back on the leaders. And usually it does. But only for awhile. Because after the fud subsides, the only people left in the coin are those who are “investors”  and “believers”. And for very different reasons, these stakeholders have no interest in seeing truth emerge.

Investors don’t want to demand truth and accountability. That would tank the price forever and they would never be able to realize any gain, or even get out alive.

The believers are a species unto themselves. They develop a cult like devotion to the coin and its supposed technology, blocking out all reasonable outside voices. They cultivate a devotion to the leader of the coin – usually the dev – and join with him in his messianic complex,  which is defined roughly like this: CoinX is going to change the world, and the world doesn’t want that to happen. Paid forces are out to get the leader, and we must circle around him.

If it all gets too much, the leaders of the coin just remove it from the public eye. They retreat to a private forum or bb, where only the voices of the leader and followers can be heard.

That is how a fake ICO works.  This is how little BitSwift came into this world.

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Electronic pulses are a beautiful thing. Those flickers of pixels on the screen that convey a tight, definite chunk of information, an amount, a number. They exist for just a few seconds, then suddenly are gone forever.

We were all watching those numbers weren’t we, my former brothers-in-arms? The night the BitSwift spoils were divided amongst us? Each of us in our individual darkened rooms the world over.... The numbers came up on the screen, one by one. The chat silent, so silent. We knew each other only by nicks. And in that silence, every thirty seconds, another one of our nicks was spoken.
 
Seconds after each name was spoken, a large quantity of Swift would flicker on to the screen, safely high in the order book, then immediately disappear. Another nick would be spoken. Another pool of silence. Another large sell appearing, then immediately cancelled. We were proving our buy-in, that we had in fact bought what we said we bought during the ICO.  Each of us in turn demonstrating allegiance, presenting blood - and few minutes later each of our wallets flickered with that lovely unconfimed transaction symbol - our foot-soldier's share of the BTC.

This was how little Bitswift was born.

 


In the days after the sold-out ICO we fell to work. There was a roadmap to write, whitepapers to be written, tweeting to be done. Everyone had a role to play. Our intention was to make Swift a real coin.

This was not entirely altruistic. We all held large amounts of Swift. The stronger the coin, the larger our reward. And almost to our surprise - little BitSwift was a scrappy little kid. She grew fast, like a puppy not spared the milk. And lucky for her, she had Paul.

Paul was a savant. There is no getting around that. It fell to Paul to define what Bitswift was because that was Paul’s forte – white papers, technology, and networks. And though none of us understood it at the time, this was a perfect match. BitSwift had no identity. It was a blank canvas, an uncarved chunk of marble. Paul could make anything he wanted of it.

These are renaissance metaphors, gentle reader, because only renaissance metaphors will suffice to convey what happened next. Michelangelo was given the Sistine Chapel. Paul was given little BitSwift. And just as the frescos soared across the vaulted ceilings of the Sistine, Paul’s savant, Hieronymic vision of all the block chain could ever be began to pour into BitSwift.  BitSwift would be the glory of Paul.



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Intermezzo:

Gentle reader, I am speaking to you.

My back is to the stage. Looking past me you can see  -can’t you? - that the stage has gone empty and quiet.

Where is Bob? He has not shown his face in days.

Where is Steven? He was moderating the “new, official” Bay thread. But he has not been there in days.

Where is David? He posted a long, rambling manifesto about the world conspiring against him, and then went silent.

Where is Paul? He has locked the official BitSwift thread and told his followers to board his ship and sail with him into the future.

Where is Lin? Where is the Salamander?

Gentle reader. We are early in the fourth act. The gruesome bloodletting of the past days has taken pause. The dogs of war have been kenneled. We do not know what happens next. Or perhaps we do. It is a Tragedy, after all.

We must continue with the Story of Bob. The best of times is over now. There is only self-destruction, treachery and revenge to come. We will see bagholders become backstabbers. We will see his group fall upon each other like wolves in a month-long spasm of greed, mistrust and betrayal that ends in the chaos of BitBay.

And it all began with the mole.




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Part 5:  Everything Falls Apart



Part 1: Bob.


There was a mole in the group.

We figured this out about halfway through XST. We were getting dumped into every time we pushed.

The worst part about the mole was not the information they stole, or the BTC they cost us, it was what they did to the fabric of the group. We were unable to root out the mole, and this changed everything.

The group chat had up until then been a rowdy, raucous free for all where Bob and the footsoldiers rubbed shoulders and smoked weed every day. Plays were discussed, strategies analyzed. Bob would hold forth on how to trade, how to make stacks. He would greet everyone with delight as they arrived. Bro! How you doin? You selling some? Don’t be greedy man, put up some small sells every day. But most of the chat was way off topic. Real estate in South America. How to stop Isis. Profit margins in a pizza business. Nootropics. Tattoos. Every variety of sex known to or ever possibly performed by humans, including midget clowns. Especially midget clowns.

The chat was our dusty meeting place that we hurried to as soon as we switched on our computers each day. It was open all day on our phones at work. It was the last window closed before sleep at night. And upon awakening, we would scroll the hundreds of messages, hungry for everything we had missed out on while sleeping.

That all came to an end because of the mole. And because the chat was our very heart, it was the beginning of the end for the group.

Once we were aware there was a mole, strategy was rarely talked about in the chat. Group plays were no longer discussed among equals, they were passed down from on high, carefully filtered. Bob withdrew from the chat more and more.
 
This killed us. The foot soldiers missed Bob. We liked him a lot. We had gathered around closely whenever he was there. And now he was mostly gone.

We were increasingly without a leader. Paul’s cool, cerebral style attracted some of the soldiers, but that could not fill the vacuum of Bob. The Salamander was even less suited to step in and lead. He was not a social animal like Bob. He was a quiet man, a fixer, a behind the scenes specialist.

But Bob did not see these things and trusted that somehow the group was being led. His mind was elsewhere. He was getting ready to leave for nearly a month on a trip and would not be back until just before the BitBay ICO.  The Salamander was leaving the same day for Asia, where he would be coordinating preparations for BitBay.  Bob asked Paul to hold the fort while he was gone.



2) The Salamander

I knew the Salamander least of all. He rarely spoke in the chat unless directly addressed. It was clear Bob trusted him, and that he played a key role in the group. But it was unclear to almost all of us who he was, and what exactly he did.

What I will tell you of the Salamander I mainly found out later, after things had fallen apart. And that was this: he was the fixer. The briefcase guy. The one who would go where the job needed to get done, then leave. And no one would know he had been there.

He had found us the coin for BitSwift. He was quietly involved in a half a other dozen coins. He had open back channels to almost everyone in crypto. He was everything Bob was not: quiet, methodical, invisible.

As the group began to stumble, the Salamander on his way to Asia to coordinate the BitBay ICO with the Chinese partners and David Zimbeck. In a perfect world, this would have worked out well. After all, the Salamander was a fixer. A project organizer. But as you know, gentle reader, this was not to be.


3) The bag holders.

We were looking for a leader. We came to the chat every day as October wore on. Anyone seen Bob?  became a standard phrase we would find sitting in the chat window. Rotting. Unanswered. Just a blinking cursor.

The Mintpal 2.0 launch delay had killed us. Of course we had stayed in XST too long. We could have been out with 200 – 300% profits. But the air had been thick with moon talk and the tech looked good and Bob didn’t actually tell us directly, get out. now.  Bob never said, no more. So we stayed in, and got hammered by dumps.

It was decided that XST launching on Mintpal 2.0 was going to be our exit. But Mintpal went down in flames and soon after, weaknesses were uncovered in the Stealth anon. XST tanked. And we were truly screwed.

Less than a month later, Swift was at the top, up almost 400% since the ICO. And the same thing happened. Everyone – Bob included  - was talking moon. So we did not exit. We foot soldiers wanted to be team players, so we set high support. And got dumped into again.

Around that time, about a dozen people from the crew had decided to do a meet up in Amsterdam. Bob changed his flights so he could be there. The Salamander was on his way to Asia, and he too rebooked. When chat started streaming in from the whole crew in the basement of the Bulldog in Amsterdam it sounded fucking legendary. One of us messaged back, what is Bob saying about Swift?

I can’t believe those guys haven’t gotten out. What, they are up 300% and that’s not enough? What have I said, over and over again. Don’t be greedy. Sell a little every day.

Bob was almost out of Swift. Paul was just getting started. We were holding bags of worthless XST, and had missed our exit from Swift. There was a mole in the group. We had no leader. The mood was turning foul.

Everything was falling apart.



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Intermezzo:

The BitBay ICO was a different animal for Bob’s group. It was, in some ways, a risky move.

For the first time, Bob would not control the coin.

Bob’s involvement was fairly limited: the Chinese heavies who were starting BitBay had lined up a dev in Zimbeck. But they had no expertise in marketing a coin. This was to be the responsibility of Bob and his group, in return for their share of the ICO.

The problem was that Bob did not control the majority of the coin supply. Bob was an old school pumper: he knew that knowing where the coins were, and having control over what was happening with them was crucial for moving a market. With BitBay the Chinese would hold the majority of the coins. And they could shaft Bob at anytime.

The Salamander was sent to China to sign off on the deal for Bob. The Salamander was not supposed to be the fixer this time around: Steve was in charge of the project. And Zimbeck of Halo fame had signed on to be the dev.

But what the Salamander found happening in Cambodia needed fixing. And that’s where the trouble began.





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Part 6.  The Fall of the Salamander


Gentle readers. Look at the stage.

There is movement now. Different shades of darkness within the darkness.

You can see the ronin, my former brothers-in-arms, warming themselves around fires in the shadows of Paul and David. But they are fewer now. How many of you are left?
How many of you have laid down your weapons and withdrawn to your homes, your families?
 
You can see the darkness that has enveloped Bob. The darkness of a leader without followers, cut off from his greatness. Alone.

You can see the battle camps of Paul and David, ringed by the fires of their ronin.  They have found each other in the darkness. War makes strange bedfellows. Now they are pegging their fortunes and trying desperately not to fall.

Deep in the backround you can see Lin. Unmoving. Invisible. Betting that everyone will finish each other off, leaving him unscathed.

You can see Steve. Tied to his sins, roped permanently to David. Sinking slowly in this wine dark sea.

But you cannot see the Salamander.

He was the first to fall.



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When the Salamander saw what was happening in Cambodia he should have just walked away. He should have gotten on the plane and messaged Bob it’s a clusterfuck. Keep the fuck out.

But he didn’t.

The Salamander was a fixer.  He was not supposed to be the fixer in BitBay though. He was supposed to be the briefcase man, the bridge between the Chinese and Bob. After all, months earlier, the Chinese had brought on the wunderkind Zimbeck; no one imagined that Zimbeck would become the one thing that needed fixing the most – but the one thing that could not be fixed.

For starters, Zimbeck was in Cambodia. The logic was that Zimbeck could hire and train a team of Cambodian devs for a fraction of what that might cost in the West. There was just one problem with this. There seemed to be no devs in Cambodia. And Zimbeck was having no luck training devs himself. He was even having problems getting the first Bay wallet to compile.

The Salamander looked at this situation, and looked at the BitBay roadmap. Smart contracts were supposed to be released in three weeks. A functioning decentralized market in less than two months. This was clearly a situation in need of fixing.

There was another problem. David began to tell the Salamander that of all the technology he was working on, only the pegging would be exclusive to Bay. Everything else – the multicoin wallet, the markets, the mesh technology  - would be shared with Halo. He even told Salamander that the Halo Nighttrader and markets would be released about the same time as BitBay.

The Salamander knew this was a headshot for BitBay.  BitBay’s whole identity was to be the first online decentralized marketplace. To have Halo offering essentially to license the same thing to anyone who came along made no sense at all.  Again – here was a situation that needed fixing.

But there was a problem. Somewhere along the line, David had become a partner in BitBay. So no one could tell him what to do.

It is standard operating procedure in any corporation, even in politics – that when one takes on a partnership role, one must divest oneself of any asset that can lead to conflict of interest. But this had not happened here. David was full speed ahead on Halo. While being a partner in Bay. And since he was a partner, no one could exert any authority over him.

The situation could not possibly be fixed.

This was the Salamander’s fatal mistake. He should have turned around and messaged Bob, it’s a clusterfuck. Stay the fuck away.

But he didn’t. He set about trying to fix the situation.

Gentle reader. You all know what happened next. David and the Salamander fought each other to a bloody finish, first in private, and then in public.

The irony in David’s situation is this: he was a full partner in Bay. Bay was not yet tarnished – it had heavy backing, and a shot at being the first true decentralized marketplace in Asia. If he had just ported Halo into Bay and respected basic divestment procedures, he could have been rich beyond what Halo would ever make him.

Instead, there he is, gentle readers – before you on the stage. Encamped in the darkness. Exiled. Surrounded by rings of believers, and the fires of his ronin.

We will return to David. But first we must witness the rest of the Salamander’s fall.


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Intermezzo:

My former brothers-in-arms.
 
There is nothing more dangerous than unpaid soldiers.  All of you got your share of the BitSwift ICO. But many of you were paid nothing from Bay.  

You now have two scores to settle. One for money, and one for revenge.
 
Some of you are now riding for Paul. He became your leader long ago. Your saddlebags are filled with Swift, and your fate is thrown in with his.

Some of you are now riding for Zimbeck.  Bob did not pay you your share of the Bay ICO, and Zimbeck was right there when you turned. He wanted revenge on Bob and the Salamander. And so did you. And now, your bags heavy with Bay from the ICO, you must ride for Zimbeck if you hope to ever get out alive.

Some of you are still riding for Bob. You were paid from the BitBay ICO. Nothing has changed for you.

Oh my brothers, I see you. I see each of you. I recognize you in the torch light as you pass. On your way to strike a hidden blow for Bob. Or Paul. Or David.
  
I do not judge you. You are ronin. You are my brothers in arms.

Do not judge me for telling this tale. My dagger is not drawn for you.



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The Salamander was falling apart.

By now, he was the only leader left in the group. Bob was AWOL, and Paul had left the group in late October, leaving only the Salamander to hold things together.

The Salamander was spectacularly unsuited for this role. He was quiet, prone to mood swings, and exhausted from weeks of trying to fix the BitBay situation. He felt like he was the only one in the group working hard. Bob was nowhere to be found, and without a leader, the group was coasting; except for the occasional tweet or forum post, no one seemed to be doing anything. Bay had gone briefly above 300 just after the ICO, fallen back to ICO price, and then began its steady decline.

The situation in Cambodia was going from bad to worse. Zimbeck was unable to compile the first Bay wallet, which the exchange would require to release the first ICO funds. The Salamander stepped in and fixed the situation, bringing in another dev who solved in a few hours the problem that had stumped Zimbeck for days. A fight then broke out in which Zimbeck berated the dev and called him a monkey, ending any chance of further help.

The development schedule fell more and more behind. Zimbeck spent increasing amounts of time and energy on the forums distancing himself from the Bay project. He was a partner in BitBay and had received his share of the ICO funds already - facts he was keeping hidden from public view -  so nothing could be done to bring him into line. Even worse, a massive amount of free coins had been released to David. David refused to lock these coins up in escrow.  This made any kind of pump from Bob’s side far too risky. Bob made it clear to the Chinese he would not risk a pump until David’s coins were safely locked away. David refused. The situation was at an impasse. There would be no pump.

It was now weeks after the ICO. Bitbay was steadily dropping in price. None of the elements needed for a marketing push were being delivered to the Salamander. The website could not be built, because there were no screenshots of smart wallets, or coherent written explanations from David as to exactly how any of the promised tech would work: hedging, pegging, the marketplace, smart contracts, or the mesh tech. And when the smart wallet was finally delivered a week overdue, it didn’t work.

Nothing to market with. A broken wallet.  No pump machine. A dev who was answerable to no one.

He was trying to fix BitBay, and he was getting nowhere.

During the same weeks, the foot soldiers were looking to the Salamander for answers that were just not there. They had been told that they would have to ‘work hard’ this time to get an ICO cut – but it wasn’t really clear what that meant. And they had not gotten paid. They were waiting for the pump to begin, but with no marketing materials, a broken wallet,  and no Bob – there was nothing to pump on.

They began to simply blame it on Bob. So few of the ICO’s dirty little secrets were known to them – the fake BTC at BTer, the problems behind the scenes with David,  the immense number of free coins that were actually out there – that the foot soldiers simply could not understand why the coin wasn’t being pumped. They could not understand the simple sentence they kept hearing again and again. It’s not our coin. It’s not our coin.

The price of Bay kept falling. The foot soldiers bags grew heavier. The mood grew more foul. Everyone wanted answers from the Salamander. And he had none.

He grew sour and bitter in the group chat. He spoke openly against Bob. This went on for days until others began to tell him they were sick of his moaning, and that he should leave.

It was that very evening that Bob finally returned to the chat. Back from his trip, moved into a new apartment, internet finally hooked up.  He was in a jovial mood and did not notice the mutinous atmosphere when first arrived. People began to question him about getting paid. It seemed as though Bob was not taking any of it seriously. He told the Salamander to lighten up.

And that was all it took.

The Salamander left the chat. His icon blinked once. And then it was gone.


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Gentle reader.

The time has come to end this story.

I will tell you the fates of Bob and Steven and Lin and the Salamander. And Paul and David.

And I will finish with a word to the people I miss the most.

My brothers in arms.

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Bob

Bob was outplayed by the Chinese. Played to a draw by David. Abandoned by his lieutenants. Cursed by his soldiers. And now he is nearly alone.

But I think I will take an extra moment here for Bob. After all, it is the Story of Bob.

People like to hate Bob. I saw his other side, so it's not so black and white for me. Twice in six months guys on the crew got hacked and lost all their coins. Got taken down to zero. Bob heard about it both times, and made it right, behind the scenes.

One strange thing about Bob I never quite figured out. He liked people who clearly hated him. Even after someone became his enemy, he still liked them a lot. Back when the mole was doing the most damage, I was on Mumble in the middle of the night with him one night. No one else around. We were smoking weed and speculating on who might be the mole in the group.  About one guy in particular, a guy who was really, really smart. Bob said, yea.... it might be him. Your right. He paused. But you know what? Even if it is him? I still like him a lot.

But in the end, I can't say I feel sorry for Bob. The group falling apart was his fault. I saw it coming a mile away, and I made sure I got paid before I left.  My brothers who didn’t collect?  Bob will have ronin after him for months.

Perhaps you would have liked it if Bob had been put out of the Game for good. But he will be back. How could he not? There are too many coins that want pumping. Too many people who want profit. There will always be foot-soldiers. Look over in nearby threads. There will always be “believers”. There will always be “investors”.  And there will always be messiahs to lead them.


Steven

Steven is still falling. He is tied to his sins, roped permanently to David. Sinking slowly in this wine dark sea.


Lin
Lin escapes. He lives to fight another day. His strategy worked. There is no moral outcry over his actions. No one has started a viral campaign against BTer.
So disappointing. Gentle reader, you would have liked to see him fall. But you left it up to Bob and Paul and Steven and the Salamander. Lin proved himself smarter than all of them. And you simply did not care.


The Salamander

The Salamander will eventually return. He is a fixer. A briefcase man. There is always be a need for him. We all hatch plans and set events in motion. We all are involved in larger movements. Salamanders move on a right angle plane to our movements, our events, our lives, unseen. They fix what needs fixing. And then they disappear.

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What a disappointing ending so far. So ambiguous. All the bad guys are getting off easy.
 
We would like a sharper moral clarity to come out of this sad mess. We would like it if – at the end of this story  – the world would appear a little different than when we started this tale.

But it doesn’t, does it?

In this story we have seen both Swift and BitBay  get created out of thin air. We have watched both ICO’s get staged by Bob Surplus. Devs who have collaborated knowingly and willingly in his rigged ICO’s and reaped handsome rewards are still comfortably in their jobs, supported by their communities.

During the four days of this story, both BitBay dev and the BitSwift dev moved their coins to private forums. Away from the public eye. Their “investors” and “believers” applauded these moves.

During this time, the market price of BitSwift is relatively unchanged. The same is true of BitBay
.
So the altcoin market around us has spoken. It has shrugged. It is morally unimpressed.

You cannot expect your story teller to give you a better ending than the ending that is actually happening, can you?

An ending that includes both these devs coming to these very pages to sneer at Bob Surplus?

Proclaiming their own moral superiority to people of his type?

Gentle reader.

Now you know who my dagger is for.

The hypocrites.

The doxxers.

The cowards.



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The Hypocrites

You profited from your alliances with Bob. You were in on the ICO's. You dev the coins he midwifed. You cling tightly to the money he helped you make. All the while proclaiming that he is scum, that he should swing for his sins.


The Doxxers - on all sides

You fancy yourselves as heroes. As equalizers.
 
You give yourself a moral free card, because you are convinced of the righteousness of your cause.

You give yourself the right to be judge, jury, and executioner.
 
You are the worst kind of coward. And this is why:

You could act on your own information. You could get on that plane.

You could go knock on that door.

But you hope someone else will do your dirty work.

That someone else will settle your score.

That someone will ‘get what’s coming to them’

With you at a safe moral distance.

You say, but I am doing it for others.

No. You are not.

If "others" really want it done, they can do the research. They can get on that plane. They can go knock on that door.

Do you really believe it is ok to be judge, jury and executioner? You do?

My dagger is for you.


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To my brothers in arms. You know who you are.

I would like to end on a serious note. Thank you for the discussion of penises.  Weed.  Midget clown sex. Calise. Especially Calise. Panamanian land prices. West coast pizza. The bitch who stole the money. East coast snowstorms. Weed.  Anarchism. Nootropics.  Bill Clinton. The Middle East. RG3. GTA.  Weed. Taylor Swift.  For each bro. Each lol.  And everything in between.


The End.


I could listen to this guy all day.

See how much of a pain in the ass it is to scroll through thousands of words to get to a meaningless sentence? Forum much?

I see what you mean.

Yeah, that is a pain. LOL


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: cryptohunter on July 27, 2015, 02:10:38 PM
Once upon a time there was a guy named Bob.

He really should have lived thirty years earlier. His true calling – and I told him this several times – was to be a pimp running mid level hookers in Detroit or Cleveland. That’s where his taste for impressive champagnes and black cars and large powerboats rented by the hour would have found its natural home, its natural pasture.
 
Unfortunately for Bob, and unfortunately for a lot coins with teenage names like XCloud, XST, BitSwift, Halo, and BitBay, he came of age some thirty five years later in a time when fortunes were out there to be made, and young men in their mothers basements the world over were intent on making them.

This proved to also be unfortunate for a number of these young men who had recently made it out of their mothers’ basements and into the world of making crypto coins. They were brave dreamers, with teenage names like Miu, David, Lin, Paul, Salamander, and Steven – but to Bob, they were just players in the game.

Bob and these starry eyed boys did what starry eyed boys do. They hatched plans and they scammed people and used the money for hookers and blow and weed and mortgage payments. But it never seemed to lead to fairy tale endings. In fact, it led to train wrecks. Massive train wrecks.
 
This is a satisfying way for stories to end – everyone gets what they deserve. And in this situation, everyone seems to be getting what they deserve. Perfect moral structure in the story.
 
But to understand a train wreck, we need to understand who was driving the train, who was shoveling coal, who was the monkey, and who built the tracks.  We have to go back to the beginning. We have to figure out how Bob and Steve and David and Paul and Lin and Salamander all know each other - if we want to understand why they now all hate each other, and are tearing each other apart in public. We have to choose a beginning for this story.  Luckily that is easy. It begins with a strange thing happening to a coin called Liberty coin.



Part 2: Liberty Coin

Call me Ishmael. Many months ago, having lost a fair amount of BTC on a coin with the  teenage name of Cloak I resolved to set off into the distant oceans of treachery to find for myself the source of my downfall.

The days of Cloak were heady – it was The Promised Coin. The lines on the chart seemed like they could only go up. In the bloodrush of my approaching wealth I remember the flushing feeling of reading these two lines in the forum from someone named Bob Surplus -  “I really like this coin. I’m gonna crack open a cold wallet when I get home and buy some more.”

That night was like deep crypto Viagra. Cloak doubled in price, the rest of the world simply ceased to exist. But like all good things  - sex, packets of cocaine, the Talking Heads  - the ending came. And it was brutal. Not only did I not sell at the top, I doubled down in the 20’s, thinking, what a steal.

Everyone reading this knows what happened next. Turns out a teenaged boy barely out of his  mother’s basement put one over on me and everyone like me. Except for one person it seems.

Bob Surplus.

And lo and behold, just by chance the next day I happened upon a thread called “Winning Altcoin Picks” started by – you guessed it, gentle reader. Bob Surplus. Cracker of cold wallets. Former Eternal Lover of Cloak.

I resolved to meet my situation with fortitude. I mustered my sense of greed and rapaciousness and moral indifference and immediately sent a pm requesting a BTC address that I might follow the Master, and enter the Way.

What happened next happened very fast. Not being a young virgin innocent to the ways of the world, I can only use the young virgin metaphor in a literary sense but it will do. My violation was immediate and complete. I was immediately asked to post approving comments on his recruitment thread, this I did without hesitation. There were other young men gathering;  it had the feeling of jihad. The smell of stacks was strong, like a Tunisian perfume.

We were ushered into a chat where talk of penises was routine. That and an immediate feeling of camaraderie. I do not know if these two things were connected. I suspect they were. I had no time to meditate on this; we were told that a play was about to happen; that we should get our coins onto two exchanges. What happened next happened so fast I will be able to cover it in two sentences. We were told the play was a coin called Xcloud, and to buy in slowly, up to 4 btc worth. Everyone did this, the coin exploded, and some few hours later I exited – coached by the group’s senior members  - with 8 btc. Up 4 btc in a couple hours.

Now this was exhausting work – drinking beer, making penis jokes, and padding order books – so I went right to bed afterwards. When I woke up and looked at the charts, xCloud looked like a sad and deflated penis. I apologize gentle reader. It is a sleazy world I am leading you into. But truth is an unvarnished thing. Ask David, and Paul, and Bob, and Steve and …. Oh wait a minute. Nevermind.

Later that afternoon the chat was jovial. The talk of stacks and hookers and penises ran like a deep and powerful river. But then the mood changed. Our beloved lieutenants withdrew from the brotherly conversation.   And when they returned, they had our marching orders. It seemed a coin had come to Bob’s restless attention. And it was time for us – Bob’s own Roman Crypto Legion – to gird our loins for battle again.



Intermezzo

Gentle Readers.

I realize I have committed the ultimate sin of storytelling: I have left you with less that a clear idea of where the narrative is going.

I will make amends.

One might ask, why talk of liberty coin? Is that not yesterday's news?

After all, six months is an eternity in crypto. And forgetfulness is the balm that we would all wish upon our deeds. Right David? Bob? Paul? Steve? Lin? Perhaps others who are listening closely?

But you see, this far back we must look. For it was it was in the belly of Liberty Coin that BitSwift was born.  

That midwifery is what I shall weave the tale of next. Perhaps Bob Surplus's darkest moment.  When his newly formed group, flush with victory from XCloud, nearly disintegrated on their very next play. But the newborn scream of the baby rescued the night.

I was just a foot soldier in Bob's legion. There are others angrier than I currently wandering the darkness of this forum, striking alliances of convenience, of revenge. You gentle brethren, you know the night I am talking about. When in that darkest moment, hammering furiously on the keyboard, Bob's words rolled across our screens. Guys. I have a plan.




Liberty Coin, part 2

People think the belly of the whale must be a place of darkness. One is swallowed from the world, never to return. But in reality it is not like this at all. It is a place of camaraderie and slowly built friendships bathed in cool keyboard lights and monitor glows in silent rooms across the world where girlfriends have gone to sleep, kids are off to bed, and men have drawn their chairs into a world of tabbed windows, darkened charts, multiple open threads, and blinking pencils moving endlessly across the screen.

The best of these nights are when everyone is there. The screen is crackling with the blustering joviality of International Rob. The long, neural wanderings of BitCoinada. The occasional and distant interjections from the Salamander, who seems to be communicating from a place deep in his psyche or perhaps from a different planet, it was always hard to tell which. Us foot soldiers all crowding in and clapping each hard on the shoulders and laughing loudly about who is smoking what, which bags are being held, who got hacked. It is all so convivial, deep in the belly of the whale.

Until the whale is slaughtered, and we are all dragged out into the light.

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The word came down that Bob had made a pick. We were to accumulate a coin called Librex slowly, over the next four or five days. When this word came down from above, it was trading at just above 15 and Bob said do not buy above 20. Go slowly.

This, of course, fell on deaf ears. After all, we were young crypto jihadists waiting for our marching orders and making endless jokes about hookers and penises and here was a beautiful virgin suddenly laid before us, unaware of our intentions. Within a few hours the price was at 25 and rising. By the time the whole group found out about the pick it was over 30.

Conditions became chaotic. The late arrivals and newest recruits to the group did not know whether or not to buy. Was it too late? The young jihadists who were first on the girl ignored Bob’s instructions about dinner and flowers and were balls deep in the coin. Nor did they pull out as he had instructed. The orgy gained speed and within hours Librex was above 5.

In the few days after the Xcloud play the group had doubled in number.  Now there were so many foot soldiers crowding into the chat that it was impossible to know who was who. The air was full of dust and confusion and people posting support levels and others arguing for suppression to let latecomers in and terse interjections from the Salamander and the din of endless giddy shouting  from the young jihadists. Through it all like some connecting strand ran the endless ranting of Bob about letting his dogs out and be right back I gotta roll another joint and the moon baby the moon! all thickening into a heavy battle fog of pillage and victory covering the world around us as Librex pushed above 8.

And then - from somewhere deep in that thick, intoxicating cloud - the Salamander spoke three  words: there’s a problem.

In any drunken bus crash, there are usually one or two who are the first to notice that the bus has suddenly gone through the guard rail and is in mid-air. This was the Salamander’s gift. He had an ability to see what others could not, or would not. I came to understand this about him.

In this case, the rabid frenzy that Bob’s pump had whipped up in the forums had suddenly taken a violent turn. It had suddenly been revealed? Fabricated? – gentle reader, it matters not – that this young virgin Librex was not the virgin she had pretended to be, but apparently a clone of Liberty Coin.

Librex began to fall, not some kind of graceful fall, but like a dead body on its way to some pavement far below. She plunged through the thick support walls that the foot soldiers had all built around 7, past where the latecomers had grudgingly entered at 6.  And she kept falling.

Chaos reigned in the chat. No one knew if the fud was real. Bob was suddenly, suspiciously gone, something about how his computer had crashed. Foot soldiers who did not cancel their support fast enough suddenly owned massive amounts of Librex. The Salamander had also disappeared, after typing the mysterious words, hold on. I am talking to a guy.
 
And Librex continued her ugly fall.

By the time Bob retuned to the chat, Librex had lost 50% and was falling towards 4. He was met with a barrage of confused and angry questions from his young jihadists and it seemed he had no answers. His bluster was gone. Then, out from the army of angry pencils flying across the screen emerged a single sentence from the Salamander: I have been talking to my guy inside. The fud is real.

All the little pencils on the screen stopped. I was new and stupid to the game. I thought, everyone is letting the Salamander speak. But no. Half the group had immediately tabbed open their exchange windows and begun to sell. Librex gained speed towards the pavement, plunging through 30 and into the 20’s. Bobs pencil began to move across the screen.

Guys, I know this isn’t turning out like we planned.

It was clear Bob was off balance.

You gotta make your own decisions. I don’t know what’s really going on here.

His words were strange, full of uncertainty.

If you gotta sell you gotta sell. I can’t make that decision for you.

For someone so cocksure, so full of himself, it was a dark, unfamiliar moment.

His pencil began to move across the screen again.

Guys I know some of you have lost a lot of money here. imana make it up to you, i promise. I got a plan. i gotta new thing we are gonna do together, it’s not like this. imana  get you guys in on it. we make a coin see? and it’s our coin, none of this bullshit. it’s our coin. you guys are gonna buy in and get all your money back.

it’s an ico.




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Intermezzo:

Everyone has their fatal flaws.

In our story, gentle reader, Bob is of course the largest figure, and perhaps the most flawed. And flaws are what lead to those tragic falls from grace.  Stay with me, gentle reader as the candle mutters low. We will see Bob fall. We will see others fall. Can you feel them here around us? Trying not to fall?

You are with me now on this journey, across the wine-dark sea that stretches from Cloak to Swift and BitBay. We have heard the scream in the darkness of little BitSwift being born. BitSwift’s ungodly sibling Bay lies still hidden in the womb. She will emerge in due course as our candle gutters low.

We spoke of flaws. And greatness, and how they are perhaps two sides of the same coin. The hustler Bob had one enormous greatness. He liked people. More than Bitcoin, more than rented powerboats and blow, he liked to talk with people, hear about their lives, draw out their stories. My former brothers-in-arms all know this. You, in Panama. You, in London. You who lived on pizza. It’s why we all liked Bob. He was our charismatic leader. And he genuinely liked us.

But charismatic leaders come in all different forms. In the darkest Greek tragedies, the best ones enter quietly, late in the second act. Unrecognized.

As darkness fell over the battlefield that night of Librex, little did we know who was about to enter our group, and change so much of what came next.  





Part 3: Schizophrenia

Prelude:
You who read this are innocent in varying degrees. You are here in crypto because you are playing the game, some for noble reasons, some for reasons of profit. Some of you think crypto is going to change the world. Some of you have been to bed with her and had the night of your lives. And want that night again. Most of you feel both of these things to some degree – but not one of us is innocent. When you type in your 2fa there is always that special plugging-in sensation, isn’t there?

But into what?

What part of yourself? What is that heroin flow that begins?


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If the newborn scream of BitSwift came in the darkest moment of Librex, it was also ultimately a fatal childbirth for Bob’s group.

The universe is fundamentally emergent. When deep conflicts exist, humans emerge to embody them and explore them, to play them out and resolve them on the human stage. This is how the universe discovers itself. This is why classic mythology is structured the way it is. Our world already had Bob. But to explore and ultimately resolve the inherent tension between profit and idealism in crypto – that same unresolved, unexamined tension within you, dear reader - Bob’s doppelganger would need to emerge.

None of us understood this at the time, awakening as we did to the smoldering ruins of Librex. We were young jihadists in a foul mood, ready to mutiny and doxx and do all the angry things that betrayed young men do. That a small, red Canadian maple leaf suddenly appearing in the group’s chat window could mean so much  -  well who could know that?

As Kierkegaard said, life can only be understood looking backwards, but it must be lived going forward.

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The day after the Librex fiasco Bob’s team was in tatters. Someone had opened a second, hidden chat channel where only foot soldiers had access, and here the air was thick with paranoia and revolt. Had Bob’s computer really crashed in the middle of the play? He had said something about having to run down to his office – these were his exact words in the Cloak thread just before he had dumped everything the month before. And what about the Salamander? Did any of us actually know who he was? Was there any way to be certain he was not Bob?

Librex was gasping at just above 4. The sell pressure was massive and most of the group’s members had lost all their BTC in support the night before and needed at least 7 or 8 to get out alive.  Bob had loaded support into the low twenties but it was going to take a massive push and some fat stacks to levitate the corpse of Librex and send her back towards 8. It was right about this time that the small red maple leaf appeared with the name Coinada and Bob’s words rolled across the screen, guys I want you to meet Paul. We go way back. He’s not really in the group but I want you to look on him like a leader, like me or the Salamander.

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Paul exploded into the group. He did not seem to sleep; he had massive stacks of BTC and deployed them ruthlessly. Over the next 48 hrs he singlehandedly transformed both the group’s energy and the charts of Librex. The foot soldiers were drawn to him and followed his lead, jumping at the chance to eat whatever smaller walls their stacks would allow. Paul’s attitude was ruthless and manic. If  some smaller group tried to dump into his support and stop his advance he would sight up the charts, find their five or ten btc encampment and attack it, saying fuck you man, you’re my bitch now. And Bob’s foot soldiers – now Paul’s foot soldiers - would pour through the breach after him, mopping up what was left from Paul’s assault. Within days Librex was comfortably in double digits, with Paul holding the fort seemingly without sleep.

This led into the best months the group would ever have. Coinada Paul and Bob working smoothly together, our leaders. The Salamander was always there in the background, strangely hidden.  XST was played. NHZ was played. But this cannot be a story about every coin Bob’s group played the last six months. It is not that story.

There is a baby crying for our attention. Little BitSwift.

Though that was not yet her name.



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Intermezzo

Gentle reader.

The best Greek tragedies are the darkest ones. They take us deep into a world where we can see everything happen before it happens, and so our primary emotion as we watch the characters choose their actions is one of disbelief. Of horror. This is where the darkness comes from as we watch the tragedy unfold. We know it is completely unnecessary. That at each moment, any of the actors – so much larger than life as we watch them – could step back, choose differently, and avoid their fate.

In these tragedies the chorus is usually silent the first two acts. They are – like you gentle reader – facing the stage, watching things unfold. It is only when the protagonists start making inexplicable choices, the choices that will doom them, that one by one, the ragged and unkempt men of the chorus begin to turn towards the audience, raising their voices against the voices of the actors, bemoaning what is occurring, lashing out at hidden forces that the actors can apparently not see. As the third act thickens this becomes overwhelming, and the sea of voices from both stage and the chorus becomes a din of chaotic foreshadowing in real time as the actors plunge towards self-destruction.

This is where we are, isn’t it, dear reader?

Watching Bob, and David, and Paul, and the Salamander - and everyone they will drag with them - self-destruct, in real time?

And the riveting horror of it, that it does not need to be happening, but it is? Right before our eyes?

Gentle reader. I shall try to keep my voice low. But I have turned from the stage now. I am talking to  you.




Part 3: Schizophrenia (continued)

From the start, Bob said over and over again, never fall in love with a coin. Sell a little every day he would say. 40% profit is good. 60% is good. In the days when our pumps were working like a well-tuned Detroit diesel he would greet us foot soldiers as we arrived in the chat, howya doin today man. you selling a little today? Don’t be greedy man. Put some small sells up there.

In the early days he was full of wisdom like this. He was genuinely trying to teach us how to make money. Bob was an old school pumper, this was what he did. Of course, his words mainly fell on deaf ears. Few of us were there to learn how to trade. We were young jihadists looking for stacks of BTC. How do you not fall in love with a coin who has drawn you in with her smooth legs, has her hand around your stack and is stroking it to a size it has never been before? How do you pull yourself away from something like that?

The problem was, if you didn’t pull out, you were guaranteed to end up holding bags at the top. And that started happening in the plays. During the XST pump everyone could have been out with 200% profit but guys were still pushing, building support at more than 300%, and when the music stopped (those endless days of waiting for Mintpal to launch V2)  many in the group were left holding large bags at the top.  The BitSwift pump.  400% gains.  But again, bagholders at the top. During the four months between August and December, the one guy who made the most money in the group was the one guy who was never there. He simply entered and exited when Bob said so. When asked how much money he had made during those months, he responded with his laconic southern drawl, well, more money than most americans make in a year I suppose …


But we figured all of this out too late, didn’t we, my former brothers-in-arms?  
I know you are listening to me. You are out there in the darkness of this forum, all of you. Outcast ronin. Striking up alliances of convenience and revenge.
You remember those times.  200% profit in a couple days seemed like nothing. We were after stacks. We wanted to be like Paul and Bob. We wanted to prove ourselves to be ballers, so we left 300%  in our rear view mirrors and threw up high support walls and ate up bids to make new floors. We wanted that thumping, pulsing feeling in the chat of saying, i just put 2 btc right below you. i’ll take it to 890. gotta go out for a bit but I’m leaving support at 1750.  ok, I’m ready to push. who’s with me?



We were not playing it like Bob, selling on the way up. We were not playing it like Paul, who would quickly arbitrage his pushes on a different exchange to reload his stacks. We wanted to be like them. But we were not doing it like them.

We grew angry. We felt like we were being team players, putting up high support, getting dumped into. And then it seemed like ‘the plan’ – whatever that was  - would suddenly be over, and we were off to a new coin. And no one was telling us what ‘the plan’ was to get out of the last coin, how we were to get rid of those bags.

There was a schizophrenia growing in the group as well, and this was between the leadership styles of Bob and Paul. This – like everything else here – is only clear in hindsight. It started in XST, and ended in Amsterdam.

Paul was cerebral, and the group was taking on coins that had increasingly interesting tech possibilities behind them. Paul liked talking to the devs, meditating on the ideas and possibilities behind them. Bob on the other hand was only interested in the tech insofar as it gave us a marketing angle over other coins. Tech that could translate into stacks.

You dear reader – I know you. I know what just happened in your head. Paul is the good guy. And Jesus, that Bob, what a scumbag.

But are you so innocent, dear reader? You have never held a coin and were frustrated that the dev seemed unable or uninterested in communicating its tech to the world? A coin that could have, should have been worth two, three times as much?

You have, dear reader. I know you.

You are not Paul alone. You are Bob as well.

Know thyself.


Our pumps would take a few weeks to plan, take positions, establish PR, then move the coin up the charts with  all the normal tools -  forum hype, tweets, everything that would set the magic merry-go -round of hope and dreams in motion. And what ended up happening was this:  by that third or fourth week, in  XST or Swift, when 200% and 300% were far below us, out of memory, like an ugly girl we once dated, Paul and Bob  - our leaders – would be on completely different pages.

Psychologically, and financially, Bob would be on his way out of the coin. But Paul would be just getting started. He was, after all, a crypto idealist.

This proved to be fatal in BitSwift.

Paul fell in love with the coin.

Ahhh. Little Bitswift.

My apologies dear reader. I know you want to hear all about little BitSwift, and how she came to be. We are almost there.

But to understand how BitSwift was born, we had to first understand the world she was being born into. The bagholders. The growing schism within the group. The leaders. These are the people who created little BitSwift. These are the people who profited from her being born.

I must rest. I am not sure what the muses will speak of next, Amsterdam or little BitSwift. The death of the group. Or the glory of Paul.

Somewhere out there the ungodly, bastard child BitBay awaits her entrance. With Lin and David and Steve and Bob and the Salamander and Halo and thousands of fake BTC and Holly from Taiwan.
 
I must rest.

I must rest.



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Intermezzo:

Her name was not BitSwift at the start. It was Timeshare Coin.

Gentle reader, when you have stopped laughing, I will continue.

Thank you.

We could not pull an ICO out of thin air. We had to have a coin. And that coin had to have a dev, and be crypto-certified and not launched yet. Once we found that coin  - we could just rebrand it into anything we wanted for our ICO.

The Salamander found Timeshare Coin. It was a slam dunk. Ready to launch, a perfect coin for our ICO, but the name had to go. In fact, the whole timeshare concept had to go – it was too sleazy.

We started brainstorming a stronger concept.  Paradise Coin (Condo Ownership).  Real Estate Coin (Industrial property). We argued for a couple hours over what was a better investment, vacation property or commercial real estate. Half the conversation was about how much Bob hated condos. We decided that shit was too complicated. We had a great name from before  - XWire. We could slap that onto the coin.  But we didn’t know what XWire was. We just knew it was a cool name for a coin. Bob said arrright I gotta walk my dogs, you guys figure out what the coin’s gonna be. People started coming with ideas. XWire would let you transmit Bitcoin faster than the block chain. How? Well …. it would use dedicated satellite transmission. Satellites? Hmmm. Wait a minute. What about putting btc wallets in satellites? In case of like – typhoons and nuclear war and shit. Yea, that was a good idea. How much did renting hard disk space on a satellite cost anyhow? But what about EMP, wouldn’t satellites be vulnerable? (15 minute discussion of EMP. Some pretty good movies it had happened in.) Ok. So no prob. We’ll do backups at those, like, remote places on here on earth, you know what I’m talking about?  where they are saving the two each of all the worlds’ seeds? That 10, 000 foot deep cave in Svalbard. Or Switzerland. Wait a minute. Wasn’t Richard Branson doing something like this already? Fuck it. Ok. Back to the start. XWire would let you get your money the fastest way possible from point A to point B.  Money, or Bitcoin? Both. In fact, any coin. Yes, any coin. You know, Xwire should really have Bit in the name. Bit-this and Bit-that were no-brainers for a good coin name. BitWire. Nice. Wait a minute. Money moving, money transfer. What’s that thing called, y’know, when you send money overseas? The international bank wire system? Yea. SWIFT.

Fuck BitWire.

BitSwift was her name.





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Part 4. Little BitSwift and the Glory of Paul

For a hustler, or a grifter, or a down-on-his-luck dev, for foot soldiers in a pump group, for the leaders of a pump group, an ICO is a brilliant play.

The same cannot be said for an exchange owner. The same profits are there, but the risk is exponentially higher. After all, you are getting in bed with – let’s see. Hustlers. Grifters. Pumpers. Future ronin. And down-on-their-luck Devs.

One  must wonder. What was Lin thinking?

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This is how a fake ICO works:

The foot soldiers commit to buying a certain amount the coin during the ICO. The leaders get 100% of the BTC generated from the ICO back, and refund the foot soldiers what they bought, without taking back the coins involved. This means the soldiers can sell these coins later at any price above 1 satoshi – and it is all pure profit, since they got their original BTC back already.

Of course fig leafs are needed for such a play. Large chunks of ICO are set aside for “marketing” and “development”. Conveniently, it is the ICO leaders who control these addresses.

One would think this sort of thing would eventually boomerang back on the leaders. And usually it does. But only for awhile. Because after the fud subsides, the only people left in the coin are those who are “investors”  and “believers”. And for very different reasons, these stakeholders have no interest in seeing truth emerge.

Investors don’t want to demand truth and accountability. That would tank the price forever and they would never be able to realize any gain, or even get out alive.

The believers are a species unto themselves. They develop a cult like devotion to the coin and its supposed technology, blocking out all reasonable outside voices. They cultivate a devotion to the leader of the coin – usually the dev – and join with him in his messianic complex,  which is defined roughly like this: CoinX is going to change the world, and the world doesn’t want that to happen. Paid forces are out to get the leader, and we must circle around him.

If it all gets too much, the leaders of the coin just remove it from the public eye. They retreat to a private forum or bb, where only the voices of the leader and followers can be heard.

That is how a fake ICO works.  This is how little BitSwift came into this world.

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Electronic pulses are a beautiful thing. Those flickers of pixels on the screen that convey a tight, definite chunk of information, an amount, a number. They exist for just a few seconds, then suddenly are gone forever.

We were all watching those numbers weren’t we, my former brothers-in-arms? The night the BitSwift spoils were divided amongst us? Each of us in our individual darkened rooms the world over.... The numbers came up on the screen, one by one. The chat silent, so silent. We knew each other only by nicks. And in that silence, every thirty seconds, another one of our nicks was spoken.
 
Seconds after each name was spoken, a large quantity of Swift would flicker on to the screen, safely high in the order book, then immediately disappear. Another nick would be spoken. Another pool of silence. Another large sell appearing, then immediately cancelled. We were proving our buy-in, that we had in fact bought what we said we bought during the ICO.  Each of us in turn demonstrating allegiance, presenting blood - and few minutes later each of our wallets flickered with that lovely unconfimed transaction symbol - our foot-soldier's share of the BTC.

This was how little Bitswift was born.

 


In the days after the sold-out ICO we fell to work. There was a roadmap to write, whitepapers to be written, tweeting to be done. Everyone had a role to play. Our intention was to make Swift a real coin.

This was not entirely altruistic. We all held large amounts of Swift. The stronger the coin, the larger our reward. And almost to our surprise - little BitSwift was a scrappy little kid. She grew fast, like a puppy not spared the milk. And lucky for her, she had Paul.

Paul was a savant. There is no getting around that. It fell to Paul to define what Bitswift was because that was Paul’s forte – white papers, technology, and networks. And though none of us understood it at the time, this was a perfect match. BitSwift had no identity. It was a blank canvas, an uncarved chunk of marble. Paul could make anything he wanted of it.

These are renaissance metaphors, gentle reader, because only renaissance metaphors will suffice to convey what happened next. Michelangelo was given the Sistine Chapel. Paul was given little BitSwift. And just as the frescos soared across the vaulted ceilings of the Sistine, Paul’s savant, Hieronymic vision of all the block chain could ever be began to pour into BitSwift.  BitSwift would be the glory of Paul.



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Intermezzo:

Gentle reader, I am speaking to you.

My back is to the stage. Looking past me you can see  -can’t you? - that the stage has gone empty and quiet.

Where is Bob? He has not shown his face in days.

Where is Steven? He was moderating the “new, official” Bay thread. But he has not been there in days.

Where is David? He posted a long, rambling manifesto about the world conspiring against him, and then went silent.

Where is Paul? He has locked the official BitSwift thread and told his followers to board his ship and sail with him into the future.

Where is Lin? Where is the Salamander?

Gentle reader. We are early in the fourth act. The gruesome bloodletting of the past days has taken pause. The dogs of war have been kenneled. We do not know what happens next. Or perhaps we do. It is a Tragedy, after all.

We must continue with the Story of Bob. The best of times is over now. There is only self-destruction, treachery and revenge to come. We will see bagholders become backstabbers. We will see his group fall upon each other like wolves in a month-long spasm of greed, mistrust and betrayal that ends in the chaos of BitBay.

And it all began with the mole.




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Part 5:  Everything Falls Apart



Part 1: Bob.


There was a mole in the group.

We figured this out about halfway through XST. We were getting dumped into every time we pushed.

The worst part about the mole was not the information they stole, or the BTC they cost us, it was what they did to the fabric of the group. We were unable to root out the mole, and this changed everything.

The group chat had up until then been a rowdy, raucous free for all where Bob and the footsoldiers rubbed shoulders and smoked weed every day. Plays were discussed, strategies analyzed. Bob would hold forth on how to trade, how to make stacks. He would greet everyone with delight as they arrived. Bro! How you doin? You selling some? Don’t be greedy man, put up some small sells every day. But most of the chat was way off topic. Real estate in South America. How to stop Isis. Profit margins in a pizza business. Nootropics. Tattoos. Every variety of sex known to or ever possibly performed by humans, including midget clowns. Especially midget clowns.

The chat was our dusty meeting place that we hurried to as soon as we switched on our computers each day. It was open all day on our phones at work. It was the last window closed before sleep at night. And upon awakening, we would scroll the hundreds of messages, hungry for everything we had missed out on while sleeping.

That all came to an end because of the mole. And because the chat was our very heart, it was the beginning of the end for the group.

Once we were aware there was a mole, strategy was rarely talked about in the chat. Group plays were no longer discussed among equals, they were passed down from on high, carefully filtered. Bob withdrew from the chat more and more.
 
This killed us. The foot soldiers missed Bob. We liked him a lot. We had gathered around closely whenever he was there. And now he was mostly gone.

We were increasingly without a leader. Paul’s cool, cerebral style attracted some of the soldiers, but that could not fill the vacuum of Bob. The Salamander was even less suited to step in and lead. He was not a social animal like Bob. He was a quiet man, a fixer, a behind the scenes specialist.

But Bob did not see these things and trusted that somehow the group was being led. His mind was elsewhere. He was getting ready to leave for nearly a month on a trip and would not be back until just before the BitBay ICO.  The Salamander was leaving the same day for Asia, where he would be coordinating preparations for BitBay.  Bob asked Paul to hold the fort while he was gone.



2) The Salamander

I knew the Salamander least of all. He rarely spoke in the chat unless directly addressed. It was clear Bob trusted him, and that he played a key role in the group. But it was unclear to almost all of us who he was, and what exactly he did.

What I will tell you of the Salamander I mainly found out later, after things had fallen apart. And that was this: he was the fixer. The briefcase guy. The one who would go where the job needed to get done, then leave. And no one would know he had been there.

He had found us the coin for BitSwift. He was quietly involved in a half a other dozen coins. He had open back channels to almost everyone in crypto. He was everything Bob was not: quiet, methodical, invisible.

As the group began to stumble, the Salamander on his way to Asia to coordinate the BitBay ICO with the Chinese partners and David Zimbeck. In a perfect world, this would have worked out well. After all, the Salamander was a fixer. A project organizer. But as you know, gentle reader, this was not to be.


3) The bag holders.

We were looking for a leader. We came to the chat every day as October wore on. Anyone seen Bob?  became a standard phrase we would find sitting in the chat window. Rotting. Unanswered. Just a blinking cursor.

The Mintpal 2.0 launch delay had killed us. Of course we had stayed in XST too long. We could have been out with 200 – 300% profits. But the air had been thick with moon talk and the tech looked good and Bob didn’t actually tell us directly, get out. now.  Bob never said, no more. So we stayed in, and got hammered by dumps.

It was decided that XST launching on Mintpal 2.0 was going to be our exit. But Mintpal went down in flames and soon after, weaknesses were uncovered in the Stealth anon. XST tanked. And we were truly screwed.

Less than a month later, Swift was at the top, up almost 400% since the ICO. And the same thing happened. Everyone – Bob included  - was talking moon. So we did not exit. We foot soldiers wanted to be team players, so we set high support. And got dumped into again.

Around that time, about a dozen people from the crew had decided to do a meet up in Amsterdam. Bob changed his flights so he could be there. The Salamander was on his way to Asia, and he too rebooked. When chat started streaming in from the whole crew in the basement of the Bulldog in Amsterdam it sounded fucking legendary. One of us messaged back, what is Bob saying about Swift?

I can’t believe those guys haven’t gotten out. What, they are up 300% and that’s not enough? What have I said, over and over again. Don’t be greedy. Sell a little every day.

Bob was almost out of Swift. Paul was just getting started. We were holding bags of worthless XST, and had missed our exit from Swift. There was a mole in the group. We had no leader. The mood was turning foul.

Everything was falling apart.



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Intermezzo:

The BitBay ICO was a different animal for Bob’s group. It was, in some ways, a risky move.

For the first time, Bob would not control the coin.

Bob’s involvement was fairly limited: the Chinese heavies who were starting BitBay had lined up a dev in Zimbeck. But they had no expertise in marketing a coin. This was to be the responsibility of Bob and his group, in return for their share of the ICO.

The problem was that Bob did not control the majority of the coin supply. Bob was an old school pumper: he knew that knowing where the coins were, and having control over what was happening with them was crucial for moving a market. With BitBay the Chinese would hold the majority of the coins. And they could shaft Bob at anytime.

The Salamander was sent to China to sign off on the deal for Bob. The Salamander was not supposed to be the fixer this time around: Steve was in charge of the project. And Zimbeck of Halo fame had signed on to be the dev.

But what the Salamander found happening in Cambodia needed fixing. And that’s where the trouble began.





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Part 6.  The Fall of the Salamander


Gentle readers. Look at the stage.

There is movement now. Different shades of darkness within the darkness.

You can see the ronin, my former brothers-in-arms, warming themselves around fires in the shadows of Paul and David. But they are fewer now. How many of you are left?
How many of you have laid down your weapons and withdrawn to your homes, your families?
 
You can see the darkness that has enveloped Bob. The darkness of a leader without followers, cut off from his greatness. Alone.

You can see the battle camps of Paul and David, ringed by the fires of their ronin.  They have found each other in the darkness. War makes strange bedfellows. Now they are pegging their fortunes and trying desperately not to fall.

Deep in the backround you can see Lin. Unmoving. Invisible. Betting that everyone will finish each other off, leaving him unscathed.

You can see Steve. Tied to his sins, roped permanently to David. Sinking slowly in this wine dark sea.

But you cannot see the Salamander.

He was the first to fall.



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When the Salamander saw what was happening in Cambodia he should have just walked away. He should have gotten on the plane and messaged Bob it’s a clusterfuck. Keep the fuck out.

But he didn’t.

The Salamander was a fixer.  He was not supposed to be the fixer in BitBay though. He was supposed to be the briefcase man, the bridge between the Chinese and Bob. After all, months earlier, the Chinese had brought on the wunderkind Zimbeck; no one imagined that Zimbeck would become the one thing that needed fixing the most – but the one thing that could not be fixed.

For starters, Zimbeck was in Cambodia. The logic was that Zimbeck could hire and train a team of Cambodian devs for a fraction of what that might cost in the West. There was just one problem with this. There seemed to be no devs in Cambodia. And Zimbeck was having no luck training devs himself. He was even having problems getting the first Bay wallet to compile.

The Salamander looked at this situation, and looked at the BitBay roadmap. Smart contracts were supposed to be released in three weeks. A functioning decentralized market in less than two months. This was clearly a situation in need of fixing.

There was another problem. David began to tell the Salamander that of all the technology he was working on, only the pegging would be exclusive to Bay. Everything else – the multicoin wallet, the markets, the mesh technology  - would be shared with Halo. He even told Salamander that the Halo Nighttrader and markets would be released about the same time as BitBay.

The Salamander knew this was a headshot for BitBay.  BitBay’s whole identity was to be the first online decentralized marketplace. To have Halo offering essentially to license the same thing to anyone who came along made no sense at all.  Again – here was a situation that needed fixing.

But there was a problem. Somewhere along the line, David had become a partner in BitBay. So no one could tell him what to do.

It is standard operating procedure in any corporation, even in politics – that when one takes on a partnership role, one must divest oneself of any asset that can lead to conflict of interest. But this had not happened here. David was full speed ahead on Halo. While being a partner in Bay. And since he was a partner, no one could exert any authority over him.

The situation could not possibly be fixed.

This was the Salamander’s fatal mistake. He should have turned around and messaged Bob, it’s a clusterfuck. Stay the fuck away.

But he didn’t. He set about trying to fix the situation.

Gentle reader. You all know what happened next. David and the Salamander fought each other to a bloody finish, first in private, and then in public.

The irony in David’s situation is this: he was a full partner in Bay. Bay was not yet tarnished – it had heavy backing, and a shot at being the first true decentralized marketplace in Asia. If he had just ported Halo into Bay and respected basic divestment procedures, he could have been rich beyond what Halo would ever make him.

Instead, there he is, gentle readers – before you on the stage. Encamped in the darkness. Exiled. Surrounded by rings of believers, and the fires of his ronin.

We will return to David. But first we must witness the rest of the Salamander’s fall.


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Intermezzo:

My former brothers-in-arms.
 
There is nothing more dangerous than unpaid soldiers.  All of you got your share of the BitSwift ICO. But many of you were paid nothing from Bay.  

You now have two scores to settle. One for money, and one for revenge.
 
Some of you are now riding for Paul. He became your leader long ago. Your saddlebags are filled with Swift, and your fate is thrown in with his.

Some of you are now riding for Zimbeck.  Bob did not pay you your share of the Bay ICO, and Zimbeck was right there when you turned. He wanted revenge on Bob and the Salamander. And so did you. And now, your bags heavy with Bay from the ICO, you must ride for Zimbeck if you hope to ever get out alive.

Some of you are still riding for Bob. You were paid from the BitBay ICO. Nothing has changed for you.

Oh my brothers, I see you. I see each of you. I recognize you in the torch light as you pass. On your way to strike a hidden blow for Bob. Or Paul. Or David.
  
I do not judge you. You are ronin. You are my brothers in arms.

Do not judge me for telling this tale. My dagger is not drawn for you.



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The Salamander was falling apart.

By now, he was the only leader left in the group. Bob was AWOL, and Paul had left the group in late October, leaving only the Salamander to hold things together.

The Salamander was spectacularly unsuited for this role. He was quiet, prone to mood swings, and exhausted from weeks of trying to fix the BitBay situation. He felt like he was the only one in the group working hard. Bob was nowhere to be found, and without a leader, the group was coasting; except for the occasional tweet or forum post, no one seemed to be doing anything. Bay had gone briefly above 300 just after the ICO, fallen back to ICO price, and then began its steady decline.

The situation in Cambodia was going from bad to worse. Zimbeck was unable to compile the first Bay wallet, which the exchange would require to release the first ICO funds. The Salamander stepped in and fixed the situation, bringing in another dev who solved in a few hours the problem that had stumped Zimbeck for days. A fight then broke out in which Zimbeck berated the dev and called him a monkey, ending any chance of further help.

The development schedule fell more and more behind. Zimbeck spent increasing amounts of time and energy on the forums distancing himself from the Bay project. He was a partner in BitBay and had received his share of the ICO funds already - facts he was keeping hidden from public view -  so nothing could be done to bring him into line. Even worse, a massive amount of free coins had been released to David. David refused to lock these coins up in escrow.  This made any kind of pump from Bob’s side far too risky. Bob made it clear to the Chinese he would not risk a pump until David’s coins were safely locked away. David refused. The situation was at an impasse. There would be no pump.

It was now weeks after the ICO. Bitbay was steadily dropping in price. None of the elements needed for a marketing push were being delivered to the Salamander. The website could not be built, because there were no screenshots of smart wallets, or coherent written explanations from David as to exactly how any of the promised tech would work: hedging, pegging, the marketplace, smart contracts, or the mesh tech. And when the smart wallet was finally delivered a week overdue, it didn’t work.

Nothing to market with. A broken wallet.  No pump machine. A dev who was answerable to no one.

He was trying to fix BitBay, and he was getting nowhere.

During the same weeks, the foot soldiers were looking to the Salamander for answers that were just not there. They had been told that they would have to ‘work hard’ this time to get an ICO cut – but it wasn’t really clear what that meant. And they had not gotten paid. They were waiting for the pump to begin, but with no marketing materials, a broken wallet,  and no Bob – there was nothing to pump on.

They began to simply blame it on Bob. So few of the ICO’s dirty little secrets were known to them – the fake BTC at BTer, the problems behind the scenes with David,  the immense number of free coins that were actually out there – that the foot soldiers simply could not understand why the coin wasn’t being pumped. They could not understand the simple sentence they kept hearing again and again. It’s not our coin. It’s not our coin.

The price of Bay kept falling. The foot soldiers bags grew heavier. The mood grew more foul. Everyone wanted answers from the Salamander. And he had none.

He grew sour and bitter in the group chat. He spoke openly against Bob. This went on for days until others began to tell him they were sick of his moaning, and that he should leave.

It was that very evening that Bob finally returned to the chat. Back from his trip, moved into a new apartment, internet finally hooked up.  He was in a jovial mood and did not notice the mutinous atmosphere when first arrived. People began to question him about getting paid. It seemed as though Bob was not taking any of it seriously. He told the Salamander to lighten up.

And that was all it took.

The Salamander left the chat. His icon blinked once. And then it was gone.


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Gentle reader.

The time has come to end this story.

I will tell you the fates of Bob and Steven and Lin and the Salamander. And Paul and David.

And I will finish with a word to the people I miss the most.

My brothers in arms.

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Bob

Bob was outplayed by the Chinese. Played to a draw by David. Abandoned by his lieutenants. Cursed by his soldiers. And now he is nearly alone.

But I think I will take an extra moment here for Bob. After all, it is the Story of Bob.

People like to hate Bob. I saw his other side, so it's not so black and white for me. Twice in six months guys on the crew got hacked and lost all their coins. Got taken down to zero. Bob heard about it both times, and made it right, behind the scenes.

One strange thing about Bob I never quite figured out. He liked people who clearly hated him. Even after someone became his enemy, he still liked them a lot. Back when the mole was doing the most damage, I was on Mumble in the middle of the night with him one night. No one else around. We were smoking weed and speculating on who might be the mole in the group.  About one guy in particular, a guy who was really, really smart. Bob said, yea.... it might be him. Your right. He paused. But you know what? Even if it is him? I still like him a lot.

But in the end, I can't say I feel sorry for Bob. The group falling apart was his fault. I saw it coming a mile away, and I made sure I got paid before I left.  My brothers who didn’t collect?  Bob will have ronin after him for months.

Perhaps you would have liked it if Bob had been put out of the Game for good. But he will be back. How could he not? There are too many coins that want pumping. Too many people who want profit. There will always be foot-soldiers. Look over in nearby threads. There will always be “believers”. There will always be “investors”.  And there will always be messiahs to lead them.


Steven

Steven is still falling. He is tied to his sins, roped permanently to David. Sinking slowly in this wine dark sea.


Lin
Lin escapes. He lives to fight another day. His strategy worked. There is no moral outcry over his actions. No one has started a viral campaign against BTer.
So disappointing. Gentle reader, you would have liked to see him fall. But you left it up to Bob and Paul and Steven and the Salamander. Lin proved himself smarter than all of them. And you simply did not care.


The Salamander

The Salamander will eventually return. He is a fixer. A briefcase man. There is always be a need for him. We all hatch plans and set events in motion. We all are involved in larger movements. Salamanders move on a right angle plane to our movements, our events, our lives, unseen. They fix what needs fixing. And then they disappear.

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What a disappointing ending so far. So ambiguous. All the bad guys are getting off easy.
 
We would like a sharper moral clarity to come out of this sad mess. We would like it if – at the end of this story  – the world would appear a little different than when we started this tale.

But it doesn’t, does it?

In this story we have seen both Swift and BitBay  get created out of thin air. We have watched both ICO’s get staged by Bob Surplus. Devs who have collaborated knowingly and willingly in his rigged ICO’s and reaped handsome rewards are still comfortably in their jobs, supported by their communities.

During the four days of this story, both BitBay dev and the BitSwift dev moved their coins to private forums. Away from the public eye. Their “investors” and “believers” applauded these moves.

During this time, the market price of BitSwift is relatively unchanged. The same is true of BitBay
.
So the altcoin market around us has spoken. It has shrugged. It is morally unimpressed.

You cannot expect your story teller to give you a better ending than the ending that is actually happening, can you?

An ending that includes both these devs coming to these very pages to sneer at Bob Surplus?

Proclaiming their own moral superiority to people of his type?

Gentle reader.

Now you know who my dagger is for.

The hypocrites.

The doxxers.

The cowards.



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The Hypocrites

You profited from your alliances with Bob. You were in on the ICO's. You dev the coins he midwifed. You cling tightly to the money he helped you make. All the while proclaiming that he is scum, that he should swing for his sins.


The Doxxers - on all sides

You fancy yourselves as heroes. As equalizers.
 
You give yourself a moral free card, because you are convinced of the righteousness of your cause.

You give yourself the right to be judge, jury, and executioner.
 
You are the worst kind of coward. And this is why:

You could act on your own information. You could get on that plane.

You could go knock on that door.

But you hope someone else will do your dirty work.

That someone else will settle your score.

That someone will ‘get what’s coming to them’

With you at a safe moral distance.

You say, but I am doing it for others.

No. You are not.

If "others" really want it done, they can do the research. They can get on that plane. They can go knock on that door.

Do you really believe it is ok to be judge, jury and executioner? You do?

My dagger is for you.


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To my brothers in arms. You know who you are.

I would like to end on a serious note. Thank you for the discussion of penises.  Weed.  Midget clown sex. Calise. Especially Calise. Panamanian land prices. West coast pizza. The bitch who stole the money. East coast snowstorms. Weed.  Anarchism. Nootropics.  Bill Clinton. The Middle East. RG3. GTA.  Weed. Taylor Swift.  For each bro. Each lol.  And everything in between.


The End.


I could listen to this guy all day.

See how much of a pain in the ass it is to scroll through thousands of words to get to a meaningless sentence? Forum much?

Why lie? I know for a fact that it meant a lot to you that i enjoyed reading the OP. Your tough guy persona on this board can't mask the sensitive sole that lies beneath. Thanks for caring.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Priceslide on July 27, 2015, 05:42:14 PM
Once upon a time there was a guy named Bob.

He really should have lived thirty years earlier. His true calling – and I told him this several times – was to be a pimp running mid level hookers in Detroit or Cleveland. That’s where his taste for impressive champagnes and black cars and large powerboats rented by the hour would have found its natural home, its natural pasture.
 
Unfortunately for Bob, and unfortunately for a lot coins with teenage names like XCloud, XST, BitSwift, Halo, and BitBay, he came of age some thirty five years later in a time when fortunes were out there to be made, and young men in their mothers basements the world over were intent on making them.

This proved to also be unfortunate for a number of these young men who had recently made it out of their mothers’ basements and into the world of making crypto coins. They were brave dreamers, with teenage names like Miu, David, Lin, Paul, Salamander, and Steven – but to Bob, they were just players in the game.

Bob and these starry eyed boys did what starry eyed boys do. They hatched plans and they scammed people and used the money for hookers and blow and weed and mortgage payments. But it never seemed to lead to fairy tale endings. In fact, it led to train wrecks. Massive train wrecks.
 
This is a satisfying way for stories to end – everyone gets what they deserve. And in this situation, everyone seems to be getting what they deserve. Perfect moral structure in the story.
 
But to understand a train wreck, we need to understand who was driving the train, who was shoveling coal, who was the monkey, and who built the tracks.  We have to go back to the beginning. We have to figure out how Bob and Steve and David and Paul and Lin and Salamander all know each other - if we want to understand why they now all hate each other, and are tearing each other apart in public. We have to choose a beginning for this story.  Luckily that is easy. It begins with a strange thing happening to a coin called Liberty coin.



Part 2: Liberty Coin

Call me Ishmael. Many months ago, having lost a fair amount of BTC on a coin with the  teenage name of Cloak I resolved to set off into the distant oceans of treachery to find for myself the source of my downfall.

The days of Cloak were heady – it was The Promised Coin. The lines on the chart seemed like they could only go up. In the bloodrush of my approaching wealth I remember the flushing feeling of reading these two lines in the forum from someone named Bob Surplus -  “I really like this coin. I’m gonna crack open a cold wallet when I get home and buy some more.”

That night was like deep crypto Viagra. Cloak doubled in price, the rest of the world simply ceased to exist. But like all good things  - sex, packets of cocaine, the Talking Heads  - the ending came. And it was brutal. Not only did I not sell at the top, I doubled down in the 20’s, thinking, what a steal.

Everyone reading this knows what happened next. Turns out a teenaged boy barely out of his  mother’s basement put one over on me and everyone like me. Except for one person it seems.

Bob Surplus.

And lo and behold, just by chance the next day I happened upon a thread called “Winning Altcoin Picks” started by – you guessed it, gentle reader. Bob Surplus. Cracker of cold wallets. Former Eternal Lover of Cloak.

I resolved to meet my situation with fortitude. I mustered my sense of greed and rapaciousness and moral indifference and immediately sent a pm requesting a BTC address that I might follow the Master, and enter the Way.

What happened next happened very fast. Not being a young virgin innocent to the ways of the world, I can only use the young virgin metaphor in a literary sense but it will do. My violation was immediate and complete. I was immediately asked to post approving comments on his recruitment thread, this I did without hesitation. There were other young men gathering;  it had the feeling of jihad. The smell of stacks was strong, like a Tunisian perfume.

We were ushered into a chat where talk of penises was routine. That and an immediate feeling of camaraderie. I do not know if these two things were connected. I suspect they were. I had no time to meditate on this; we were told that a play was about to happen; that we should get our coins onto two exchanges. What happened next happened so fast I will be able to cover it in two sentences. We were told the play was a coin called Xcloud, and to buy in slowly, up to 4 btc worth. Everyone did this, the coin exploded, and some few hours later I exited – coached by the group’s senior members  - with 8 btc. Up 4 btc in a couple hours.

Now this was exhausting work – drinking beer, making penis jokes, and padding order books – so I went right to bed afterwards. When I woke up and looked at the charts, xCloud looked like a sad and deflated penis. I apologize gentle reader. It is a sleazy world I am leading you into. But truth is an unvarnished thing. Ask David, and Paul, and Bob, and Steve and …. Oh wait a minute. Nevermind.

Later that afternoon the chat was jovial. The talk of stacks and hookers and penises ran like a deep and powerful river. But then the mood changed. Our beloved lieutenants withdrew from the brotherly conversation.   And when they returned, they had our marching orders. It seemed a coin had come to Bob’s restless attention. And it was time for us – Bob’s own Roman Crypto Legion – to gird our loins for battle again.



Intermezzo

Gentle Readers.

I realize I have committed the ultimate sin of storytelling: I have left you with less that a clear idea of where the narrative is going.

I will make amends.

One might ask, why talk of liberty coin? Is that not yesterday's news?

After all, six months is an eternity in crypto. And forgetfulness is the balm that we would all wish upon our deeds. Right David? Bob? Paul? Steve? Lin? Perhaps others who are listening closely?

But you see, this far back we must look. For it was it was in the belly of Liberty Coin that BitSwift was born.  

That midwifery is what I shall weave the tale of next. Perhaps Bob Surplus's darkest moment.  When his newly formed group, flush with victory from XCloud, nearly disintegrated on their very next play. But the newborn scream of the baby rescued the night.

I was just a foot soldier in Bob's legion. There are others angrier than I currently wandering the darkness of this forum, striking alliances of convenience, of revenge. You gentle brethren, you know the night I am talking about. When in that darkest moment, hammering furiously on the keyboard, Bob's words rolled across our screens. Guys. I have a plan.




Liberty Coin, part 2

People think the belly of the whale must be a place of darkness. One is swallowed from the world, never to return. But in reality it is not like this at all. It is a place of camaraderie and slowly built friendships bathed in cool keyboard lights and monitor glows in silent rooms across the world where girlfriends have gone to sleep, kids are off to bed, and men have drawn their chairs into a world of tabbed windows, darkened charts, multiple open threads, and blinking pencils moving endlessly across the screen.

The best of these nights are when everyone is there. The screen is crackling with the blustering joviality of International Rob. The long, neural wanderings of BitCoinada. The occasional and distant interjections from the Salamander, who seems to be communicating from a place deep in his psyche or perhaps from a different planet, it was always hard to tell which. Us foot soldiers all crowding in and clapping each hard on the shoulders and laughing loudly about who is smoking what, which bags are being held, who got hacked. It is all so convivial, deep in the belly of the whale.

Until the whale is slaughtered, and we are all dragged out into the light.

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The word came down that Bob had made a pick. We were to accumulate a coin called Librex slowly, over the next four or five days. When this word came down from above, it was trading at just above 15 and Bob said do not buy above 20. Go slowly.

This, of course, fell on deaf ears. After all, we were young crypto jihadists waiting for our marching orders and making endless jokes about hookers and penises and here was a beautiful virgin suddenly laid before us, unaware of our intentions. Within a few hours the price was at 25 and rising. By the time the whole group found out about the pick it was over 30.

Conditions became chaotic. The late arrivals and newest recruits to the group did not know whether or not to buy. Was it too late? The young jihadists who were first on the girl ignored Bob’s instructions about dinner and flowers and were balls deep in the coin. Nor did they pull out as he had instructed. The orgy gained speed and within hours Librex was above 5.

In the few days after the Xcloud play the group had doubled in number.  Now there were so many foot soldiers crowding into the chat that it was impossible to know who was who. The air was full of dust and confusion and people posting support levels and others arguing for suppression to let latecomers in and terse interjections from the Salamander and the din of endless giddy shouting  from the young jihadists. Through it all like some connecting strand ran the endless ranting of Bob about letting his dogs out and be right back I gotta roll another joint and the moon baby the moon! all thickening into a heavy battle fog of pillage and victory covering the world around us as Librex pushed above 8.

And then - from somewhere deep in that thick, intoxicating cloud - the Salamander spoke three  words: there’s a problem.

In any drunken bus crash, there are usually one or two who are the first to notice that the bus has suddenly gone through the guard rail and is in mid-air. This was the Salamander’s gift. He had an ability to see what others could not, or would not. I came to understand this about him.

In this case, the rabid frenzy that Bob’s pump had whipped up in the forums had suddenly taken a violent turn. It had suddenly been revealed? Fabricated? – gentle reader, it matters not – that this young virgin Librex was not the virgin she had pretended to be, but apparently a clone of Liberty Coin.

Librex began to fall, not some kind of graceful fall, but like a dead body on its way to some pavement far below. She plunged through the thick support walls that the foot soldiers had all built around 7, past where the latecomers had grudgingly entered at 6.  And she kept falling.

Chaos reigned in the chat. No one knew if the fud was real. Bob was suddenly, suspiciously gone, something about how his computer had crashed. Foot soldiers who did not cancel their support fast enough suddenly owned massive amounts of Librex. The Salamander had also disappeared, after typing the mysterious words, hold on. I am talking to a guy.
 
And Librex continued her ugly fall.

By the time Bob retuned to the chat, Librex had lost 50% and was falling towards 4. He was met with a barrage of confused and angry questions from his young jihadists and it seemed he had no answers. His bluster was gone. Then, out from the army of angry pencils flying across the screen emerged a single sentence from the Salamander: I have been talking to my guy inside. The fud is real.

All the little pencils on the screen stopped. I was new and stupid to the game. I thought, everyone is letting the Salamander speak. But no. Half the group had immediately tabbed open their exchange windows and begun to sell. Librex gained speed towards the pavement, plunging through 30 and into the 20’s. Bobs pencil began to move across the screen.

Guys, I know this isn’t turning out like we planned.

It was clear Bob was off balance.

You gotta make your own decisions. I don’t know what’s really going on here.

His words were strange, full of uncertainty.

If you gotta sell you gotta sell. I can’t make that decision for you.

For someone so cocksure, so full of himself, it was a dark, unfamiliar moment.

His pencil began to move across the screen again.

Guys I know some of you have lost a lot of money here. imana make it up to you, i promise. I got a plan. i gotta new thing we are gonna do together, it’s not like this. imana  get you guys in on it. we make a coin see? and it’s our coin, none of this bullshit. it’s our coin. you guys are gonna buy in and get all your money back.

it’s an ico.




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Intermezzo:

Everyone has their fatal flaws.

In our story, gentle reader, Bob is of course the largest figure, and perhaps the most flawed. And flaws are what lead to those tragic falls from grace.  Stay with me, gentle reader as the candle mutters low. We will see Bob fall. We will see others fall. Can you feel them here around us? Trying not to fall?

You are with me now on this journey, across the wine-dark sea that stretches from Cloak to Swift and BitBay. We have heard the scream in the darkness of little BitSwift being born. BitSwift’s ungodly sibling Bay lies still hidden in the womb. She will emerge in due course as our candle gutters low.

We spoke of flaws. And greatness, and how they are perhaps two sides of the same coin. The hustler Bob had one enormous greatness. He liked people. More than Bitcoin, more than rented powerboats and blow, he liked to talk with people, hear about their lives, draw out their stories. My former brothers-in-arms all know this. You, in Panama. You, in London. You who lived on pizza. It’s why we all liked Bob. He was our charismatic leader. And he genuinely liked us.

But charismatic leaders come in all different forms. In the darkest Greek tragedies, the best ones enter quietly, late in the second act. Unrecognized.

As darkness fell over the battlefield that night of Librex, little did we know who was about to enter our group, and change so much of what came next.  





Part 3: Schizophrenia

Prelude:
You who read this are innocent in varying degrees. You are here in crypto because you are playing the game, some for noble reasons, some for reasons of profit. Some of you think crypto is going to change the world. Some of you have been to bed with her and had the night of your lives. And want that night again. Most of you feel both of these things to some degree – but not one of us is innocent. When you type in your 2fa there is always that special plugging-in sensation, isn’t there?

But into what?

What part of yourself? What is that heroin flow that begins?


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If the newborn scream of BitSwift came in the darkest moment of Librex, it was also ultimately a fatal childbirth for Bob’s group.

The universe is fundamentally emergent. When deep conflicts exist, humans emerge to embody them and explore them, to play them out and resolve them on the human stage. This is how the universe discovers itself. This is why classic mythology is structured the way it is. Our world already had Bob. But to explore and ultimately resolve the inherent tension between profit and idealism in crypto – that same unresolved, unexamined tension within you, dear reader - Bob’s doppelganger would need to emerge.

None of us understood this at the time, awakening as we did to the smoldering ruins of Librex. We were young jihadists in a foul mood, ready to mutiny and doxx and do all the angry things that betrayed young men do. That a small, red Canadian maple leaf suddenly appearing in the group’s chat window could mean so much  -  well who could know that?

As Kierkegaard said, life can only be understood looking backwards, but it must be lived going forward.

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The day after the Librex fiasco Bob’s team was in tatters. Someone had opened a second, hidden chat channel where only foot soldiers had access, and here the air was thick with paranoia and revolt. Had Bob’s computer really crashed in the middle of the play? He had said something about having to run down to his office – these were his exact words in the Cloak thread just before he had dumped everything the month before. And what about the Salamander? Did any of us actually know who he was? Was there any way to be certain he was not Bob?

Librex was gasping at just above 4. The sell pressure was massive and most of the group’s members had lost all their BTC in support the night before and needed at least 7 or 8 to get out alive.  Bob had loaded support into the low twenties but it was going to take a massive push and some fat stacks to levitate the corpse of Librex and send her back towards 8. It was right about this time that the small red maple leaf appeared with the name Coinada and Bob’s words rolled across the screen, guys I want you to meet Paul. We go way back. He’s not really in the group but I want you to look on him like a leader, like me or the Salamander.

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Paul exploded into the group. He did not seem to sleep; he had massive stacks of BTC and deployed them ruthlessly. Over the next 48 hrs he singlehandedly transformed both the group’s energy and the charts of Librex. The foot soldiers were drawn to him and followed his lead, jumping at the chance to eat whatever smaller walls their stacks would allow. Paul’s attitude was ruthless and manic. If  some smaller group tried to dump into his support and stop his advance he would sight up the charts, find their five or ten btc encampment and attack it, saying fuck you man, you’re my bitch now. And Bob’s foot soldiers – now Paul’s foot soldiers - would pour through the breach after him, mopping up what was left from Paul’s assault. Within days Librex was comfortably in double digits, with Paul holding the fort seemingly without sleep.

This led into the best months the group would ever have. Coinada Paul and Bob working smoothly together, our leaders. The Salamander was always there in the background, strangely hidden.  XST was played. NHZ was played. But this cannot be a story about every coin Bob’s group played the last six months. It is not that story.

There is a baby crying for our attention. Little BitSwift.

Though that was not yet her name.



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Intermezzo

Gentle reader.

The best Greek tragedies are the darkest ones. They take us deep into a world where we can see everything happen before it happens, and so our primary emotion as we watch the characters choose their actions is one of disbelief. Of horror. This is where the darkness comes from as we watch the tragedy unfold. We know it is completely unnecessary. That at each moment, any of the actors – so much larger than life as we watch them – could step back, choose differently, and avoid their fate.

In these tragedies the chorus is usually silent the first two acts. They are – like you gentle reader – facing the stage, watching things unfold. It is only when the protagonists start making inexplicable choices, the choices that will doom them, that one by one, the ragged and unkempt men of the chorus begin to turn towards the audience, raising their voices against the voices of the actors, bemoaning what is occurring, lashing out at hidden forces that the actors can apparently not see. As the third act thickens this becomes overwhelming, and the sea of voices from both stage and the chorus becomes a din of chaotic foreshadowing in real time as the actors plunge towards self-destruction.

This is where we are, isn’t it, dear reader?

Watching Bob, and David, and Paul, and the Salamander - and everyone they will drag with them - self-destruct, in real time?

And the riveting horror of it, that it does not need to be happening, but it is? Right before our eyes?

Gentle reader. I shall try to keep my voice low. But I have turned from the stage now. I am talking to  you.




Part 3: Schizophrenia (continued)

From the start, Bob said over and over again, never fall in love with a coin. Sell a little every day he would say. 40% profit is good. 60% is good. In the days when our pumps were working like a well-tuned Detroit diesel he would greet us foot soldiers as we arrived in the chat, howya doin today man. you selling a little today? Don’t be greedy man. Put some small sells up there.

In the early days he was full of wisdom like this. He was genuinely trying to teach us how to make money. Bob was an old school pumper, this was what he did. Of course, his words mainly fell on deaf ears. Few of us were there to learn how to trade. We were young jihadists looking for stacks of BTC. How do you not fall in love with a coin who has drawn you in with her smooth legs, has her hand around your stack and is stroking it to a size it has never been before? How do you pull yourself away from something like that?

The problem was, if you didn’t pull out, you were guaranteed to end up holding bags at the top. And that started happening in the plays. During the XST pump everyone could have been out with 200% profit but guys were still pushing, building support at more than 300%, and when the music stopped (those endless days of waiting for Mintpal to launch V2)  many in the group were left holding large bags at the top.  The BitSwift pump.  400% gains.  But again, bagholders at the top. During the four months between August and December, the one guy who made the most money in the group was the one guy who was never there. He simply entered and exited when Bob said so. When asked how much money he had made during those months, he responded with his laconic southern drawl, well, more money than most americans make in a year I suppose …


But we figured all of this out too late, didn’t we, my former brothers-in-arms?  
I know you are listening to me. You are out there in the darkness of this forum, all of you. Outcast ronin. Striking up alliances of convenience and revenge.
You remember those times.  200% profit in a couple days seemed like nothing. We were after stacks. We wanted to be like Paul and Bob. We wanted to prove ourselves to be ballers, so we left 300%  in our rear view mirrors and threw up high support walls and ate up bids to make new floors. We wanted that thumping, pulsing feeling in the chat of saying, i just put 2 btc right below you. i’ll take it to 890. gotta go out for a bit but I’m leaving support at 1750.  ok, I’m ready to push. who’s with me?



We were not playing it like Bob, selling on the way up. We were not playing it like Paul, who would quickly arbitrage his pushes on a different exchange to reload his stacks. We wanted to be like them. But we were not doing it like them.

We grew angry. We felt like we were being team players, putting up high support, getting dumped into. And then it seemed like ‘the plan’ – whatever that was  - would suddenly be over, and we were off to a new coin. And no one was telling us what ‘the plan’ was to get out of the last coin, how we were to get rid of those bags.

There was a schizophrenia growing in the group as well, and this was between the leadership styles of Bob and Paul. This – like everything else here – is only clear in hindsight. It started in XST, and ended in Amsterdam.

Paul was cerebral, and the group was taking on coins that had increasingly interesting tech possibilities behind them. Paul liked talking to the devs, meditating on the ideas and possibilities behind them. Bob on the other hand was only interested in the tech insofar as it gave us a marketing angle over other coins. Tech that could translate into stacks.

You dear reader – I know you. I know what just happened in your head. Paul is the good guy. And Jesus, that Bob, what a scumbag.

But are you so innocent, dear reader? You have never held a coin and were frustrated that the dev seemed unable or uninterested in communicating its tech to the world? A coin that could have, should have been worth two, three times as much?

You have, dear reader. I know you.

You are not Paul alone. You are Bob as well.

Know thyself.


Our pumps would take a few weeks to plan, take positions, establish PR, then move the coin up the charts with  all the normal tools -  forum hype, tweets, everything that would set the magic merry-go -round of hope and dreams in motion. And what ended up happening was this:  by that third or fourth week, in  XST or Swift, when 200% and 300% were far below us, out of memory, like an ugly girl we once dated, Paul and Bob  - our leaders – would be on completely different pages.

Psychologically, and financially, Bob would be on his way out of the coin. But Paul would be just getting started. He was, after all, a crypto idealist.

This proved to be fatal in BitSwift.

Paul fell in love with the coin.

Ahhh. Little Bitswift.

My apologies dear reader. I know you want to hear all about little BitSwift, and how she came to be. We are almost there.

But to understand how BitSwift was born, we had to first understand the world she was being born into. The bagholders. The growing schism within the group. The leaders. These are the people who created little BitSwift. These are the people who profited from her being born.

I must rest. I am not sure what the muses will speak of next, Amsterdam or little BitSwift. The death of the group. Or the glory of Paul.

Somewhere out there the ungodly, bastard child BitBay awaits her entrance. With Lin and David and Steve and Bob and the Salamander and Halo and thousands of fake BTC and Holly from Taiwan.
 
I must rest.

I must rest.



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Intermezzo:

Her name was not BitSwift at the start. It was Timeshare Coin.

Gentle reader, when you have stopped laughing, I will continue.

Thank you.

We could not pull an ICO out of thin air. We had to have a coin. And that coin had to have a dev, and be crypto-certified and not launched yet. Once we found that coin  - we could just rebrand it into anything we wanted for our ICO.

The Salamander found Timeshare Coin. It was a slam dunk. Ready to launch, a perfect coin for our ICO, but the name had to go. In fact, the whole timeshare concept had to go – it was too sleazy.

We started brainstorming a stronger concept.  Paradise Coin (Condo Ownership).  Real Estate Coin (Industrial property). We argued for a couple hours over what was a better investment, vacation property or commercial real estate. Half the conversation was about how much Bob hated condos. We decided that shit was too complicated. We had a great name from before  - XWire. We could slap that onto the coin.  But we didn’t know what XWire was. We just knew it was a cool name for a coin. Bob said arrright I gotta walk my dogs, you guys figure out what the coin’s gonna be. People started coming with ideas. XWire would let you transmit Bitcoin faster than the block chain. How? Well …. it would use dedicated satellite transmission. Satellites? Hmmm. Wait a minute. What about putting btc wallets in satellites? In case of like – typhoons and nuclear war and shit. Yea, that was a good idea. How much did renting hard disk space on a satellite cost anyhow? But what about EMP, wouldn’t satellites be vulnerable? (15 minute discussion of EMP. Some pretty good movies it had happened in.) Ok. So no prob. We’ll do backups at those, like, remote places on here on earth, you know what I’m talking about?  where they are saving the two each of all the worlds’ seeds? That 10, 000 foot deep cave in Svalbard. Or Switzerland. Wait a minute. Wasn’t Richard Branson doing something like this already? Fuck it. Ok. Back to the start. XWire would let you get your money the fastest way possible from point A to point B.  Money, or Bitcoin? Both. In fact, any coin. Yes, any coin. You know, Xwire should really have Bit in the name. Bit-this and Bit-that were no-brainers for a good coin name. BitWire. Nice. Wait a minute. Money moving, money transfer. What’s that thing called, y’know, when you send money overseas? The international bank wire system? Yea. SWIFT.

Fuck BitWire.

BitSwift was her name.





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Part 4. Little BitSwift and the Glory of Paul

For a hustler, or a grifter, or a down-on-his-luck dev, for foot soldiers in a pump group, for the leaders of a pump group, an ICO is a brilliant play.

The same cannot be said for an exchange owner. The same profits are there, but the risk is exponentially higher. After all, you are getting in bed with – let’s see. Hustlers. Grifters. Pumpers. Future ronin. And down-on-their-luck Devs.

One  must wonder. What was Lin thinking?

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This is how a fake ICO works:

The foot soldiers commit to buying a certain amount the coin during the ICO. The leaders get 100% of the BTC generated from the ICO back, and refund the foot soldiers what they bought, without taking back the coins involved. This means the soldiers can sell these coins later at any price above 1 satoshi – and it is all pure profit, since they got their original BTC back already.

Of course fig leafs are needed for such a play. Large chunks of ICO are set aside for “marketing” and “development”. Conveniently, it is the ICO leaders who control these addresses.

One would think this sort of thing would eventually boomerang back on the leaders. And usually it does. But only for awhile. Because after the fud subsides, the only people left in the coin are those who are “investors”  and “believers”. And for very different reasons, these stakeholders have no interest in seeing truth emerge.

Investors don’t want to demand truth and accountability. That would tank the price forever and they would never be able to realize any gain, or even get out alive.

The believers are a species unto themselves. They develop a cult like devotion to the coin and its supposed technology, blocking out all reasonable outside voices. They cultivate a devotion to the leader of the coin – usually the dev – and join with him in his messianic complex,  which is defined roughly like this: CoinX is going to change the world, and the world doesn’t want that to happen. Paid forces are out to get the leader, and we must circle around him.

If it all gets too much, the leaders of the coin just remove it from the public eye. They retreat to a private forum or bb, where only the voices of the leader and followers can be heard.

That is how a fake ICO works.  This is how little BitSwift came into this world.

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Electronic pulses are a beautiful thing. Those flickers of pixels on the screen that convey a tight, definite chunk of information, an amount, a number. They exist for just a few seconds, then suddenly are gone forever.

We were all watching those numbers weren’t we, my former brothers-in-arms? The night the BitSwift spoils were divided amongst us? Each of us in our individual darkened rooms the world over.... The numbers came up on the screen, one by one. The chat silent, so silent. We knew each other only by nicks. And in that silence, every thirty seconds, another one of our nicks was spoken.
 
Seconds after each name was spoken, a large quantity of Swift would flicker on to the screen, safely high in the order book, then immediately disappear. Another nick would be spoken. Another pool of silence. Another large sell appearing, then immediately cancelled. We were proving our buy-in, that we had in fact bought what we said we bought during the ICO.  Each of us in turn demonstrating allegiance, presenting blood - and few minutes later each of our wallets flickered with that lovely unconfimed transaction symbol - our foot-soldier's share of the BTC.

This was how little Bitswift was born.

 


In the days after the sold-out ICO we fell to work. There was a roadmap to write, whitepapers to be written, tweeting to be done. Everyone had a role to play. Our intention was to make Swift a real coin.

This was not entirely altruistic. We all held large amounts of Swift. The stronger the coin, the larger our reward. And almost to our surprise - little BitSwift was a scrappy little kid. She grew fast, like a puppy not spared the milk. And lucky for her, she had Paul.

Paul was a savant. There is no getting around that. It fell to Paul to define what Bitswift was because that was Paul’s forte – white papers, technology, and networks. And though none of us understood it at the time, this was a perfect match. BitSwift had no identity. It was a blank canvas, an uncarved chunk of marble. Paul could make anything he wanted of it.

These are renaissance metaphors, gentle reader, because only renaissance metaphors will suffice to convey what happened next. Michelangelo was given the Sistine Chapel. Paul was given little BitSwift. And just as the frescos soared across the vaulted ceilings of the Sistine, Paul’s savant, Hieronymic vision of all the block chain could ever be began to pour into BitSwift.  BitSwift would be the glory of Paul.



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Intermezzo:

Gentle reader, I am speaking to you.

My back is to the stage. Looking past me you can see  -can’t you? - that the stage has gone empty and quiet.

Where is Bob? He has not shown his face in days.

Where is Steven? He was moderating the “new, official” Bay thread. But he has not been there in days.

Where is David? He posted a long, rambling manifesto about the world conspiring against him, and then went silent.

Where is Paul? He has locked the official BitSwift thread and told his followers to board his ship and sail with him into the future.

Where is Lin? Where is the Salamander?

Gentle reader. We are early in the fourth act. The gruesome bloodletting of the past days has taken pause. The dogs of war have been kenneled. We do not know what happens next. Or perhaps we do. It is a Tragedy, after all.

We must continue with the Story of Bob. The best of times is over now. There is only self-destruction, treachery and revenge to come. We will see bagholders become backstabbers. We will see his group fall upon each other like wolves in a month-long spasm of greed, mistrust and betrayal that ends in the chaos of BitBay.

And it all began with the mole.




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Part 5:  Everything Falls Apart



Part 1: Bob.


There was a mole in the group.

We figured this out about halfway through XST. We were getting dumped into every time we pushed.

The worst part about the mole was not the information they stole, or the BTC they cost us, it was what they did to the fabric of the group. We were unable to root out the mole, and this changed everything.

The group chat had up until then been a rowdy, raucous free for all where Bob and the footsoldiers rubbed shoulders and smoked weed every day. Plays were discussed, strategies analyzed. Bob would hold forth on how to trade, how to make stacks. He would greet everyone with delight as they arrived. Bro! How you doin? You selling some? Don’t be greedy man, put up some small sells every day. But most of the chat was way off topic. Real estate in South America. How to stop Isis. Profit margins in a pizza business. Nootropics. Tattoos. Every variety of sex known to or ever possibly performed by humans, including midget clowns. Especially midget clowns.

The chat was our dusty meeting place that we hurried to as soon as we switched on our computers each day. It was open all day on our phones at work. It was the last window closed before sleep at night. And upon awakening, we would scroll the hundreds of messages, hungry for everything we had missed out on while sleeping.

That all came to an end because of the mole. And because the chat was our very heart, it was the beginning of the end for the group.

Once we were aware there was a mole, strategy was rarely talked about in the chat. Group plays were no longer discussed among equals, they were passed down from on high, carefully filtered. Bob withdrew from the chat more and more.
 
This killed us. The foot soldiers missed Bob. We liked him a lot. We had gathered around closely whenever he was there. And now he was mostly gone.

We were increasingly without a leader. Paul’s cool, cerebral style attracted some of the soldiers, but that could not fill the vacuum of Bob. The Salamander was even less suited to step in and lead. He was not a social animal like Bob. He was a quiet man, a fixer, a behind the scenes specialist.

But Bob did not see these things and trusted that somehow the group was being led. His mind was elsewhere. He was getting ready to leave for nearly a month on a trip and would not be back until just before the BitBay ICO.  The Salamander was leaving the same day for Asia, where he would be coordinating preparations for BitBay.  Bob asked Paul to hold the fort while he was gone.



2) The Salamander

I knew the Salamander least of all. He rarely spoke in the chat unless directly addressed. It was clear Bob trusted him, and that he played a key role in the group. But it was unclear to almost all of us who he was, and what exactly he did.

What I will tell you of the Salamander I mainly found out later, after things had fallen apart. And that was this: he was the fixer. The briefcase guy. The one who would go where the job needed to get done, then leave. And no one would know he had been there.

He had found us the coin for BitSwift. He was quietly involved in a half a other dozen coins. He had open back channels to almost everyone in crypto. He was everything Bob was not: quiet, methodical, invisible.

As the group began to stumble, the Salamander on his way to Asia to coordinate the BitBay ICO with the Chinese partners and David Zimbeck. In a perfect world, this would have worked out well. After all, the Salamander was a fixer. A project organizer. But as you know, gentle reader, this was not to be.


3) The bag holders.

We were looking for a leader. We came to the chat every day as October wore on. Anyone seen Bob?  became a standard phrase we would find sitting in the chat window. Rotting. Unanswered. Just a blinking cursor.

The Mintpal 2.0 launch delay had killed us. Of course we had stayed in XST too long. We could have been out with 200 – 300% profits. But the air had been thick with moon talk and the tech looked good and Bob didn’t actually tell us directly, get out. now.  Bob never said, no more. So we stayed in, and got hammered by dumps.

It was decided that XST launching on Mintpal 2.0 was going to be our exit. But Mintpal went down in flames and soon after, weaknesses were uncovered in the Stealth anon. XST tanked. And we were truly screwed.

Less than a month later, Swift was at the top, up almost 400% since the ICO. And the same thing happened. Everyone – Bob included  - was talking moon. So we did not exit. We foot soldiers wanted to be team players, so we set high support. And got dumped into again.

Around that time, about a dozen people from the crew had decided to do a meet up in Amsterdam. Bob changed his flights so he could be there. The Salamander was on his way to Asia, and he too rebooked. When chat started streaming in from the whole crew in the basement of the Bulldog in Amsterdam it sounded fucking legendary. One of us messaged back, what is Bob saying about Swift?

I can’t believe those guys haven’t gotten out. What, they are up 300% and that’s not enough? What have I said, over and over again. Don’t be greedy. Sell a little every day.

Bob was almost out of Swift. Paul was just getting started. We were holding bags of worthless XST, and had missed our exit from Swift. There was a mole in the group. We had no leader. The mood was turning foul.

Everything was falling apart.



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Intermezzo:

The BitBay ICO was a different animal for Bob’s group. It was, in some ways, a risky move.

For the first time, Bob would not control the coin.

Bob’s involvement was fairly limited: the Chinese heavies who were starting BitBay had lined up a dev in Zimbeck. But they had no expertise in marketing a coin. This was to be the responsibility of Bob and his group, in return for their share of the ICO.

The problem was that Bob did not control the majority of the coin supply. Bob was an old school pumper: he knew that knowing where the coins were, and having control over what was happening with them was crucial for moving a market. With BitBay the Chinese would hold the majority of the coins. And they could shaft Bob at anytime.

The Salamander was sent to China to sign off on the deal for Bob. The Salamander was not supposed to be the fixer this time around: Steve was in charge of the project. And Zimbeck of Halo fame had signed on to be the dev.

But what the Salamander found happening in Cambodia needed fixing. And that’s where the trouble began.





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Part 6.  The Fall of the Salamander


Gentle readers. Look at the stage.

There is movement now. Different shades of darkness within the darkness.

You can see the ronin, my former brothers-in-arms, warming themselves around fires in the shadows of Paul and David. But they are fewer now. How many of you are left?
How many of you have laid down your weapons and withdrawn to your homes, your families?
 
You can see the darkness that has enveloped Bob. The darkness of a leader without followers, cut off from his greatness. Alone.

You can see the battle camps of Paul and David, ringed by the fires of their ronin.  They have found each other in the darkness. War makes strange bedfellows. Now they are pegging their fortunes and trying desperately not to fall.

Deep in the backround you can see Lin. Unmoving. Invisible. Betting that everyone will finish each other off, leaving him unscathed.

You can see Steve. Tied to his sins, roped permanently to David. Sinking slowly in this wine dark sea.

But you cannot see the Salamander.

He was the first to fall.



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When the Salamander saw what was happening in Cambodia he should have just walked away. He should have gotten on the plane and messaged Bob it’s a clusterfuck. Keep the fuck out.

But he didn’t.

The Salamander was a fixer.  He was not supposed to be the fixer in BitBay though. He was supposed to be the briefcase man, the bridge between the Chinese and Bob. After all, months earlier, the Chinese had brought on the wunderkind Zimbeck; no one imagined that Zimbeck would become the one thing that needed fixing the most – but the one thing that could not be fixed.

For starters, Zimbeck was in Cambodia. The logic was that Zimbeck could hire and train a team of Cambodian devs for a fraction of what that might cost in the West. There was just one problem with this. There seemed to be no devs in Cambodia. And Zimbeck was having no luck training devs himself. He was even having problems getting the first Bay wallet to compile.

The Salamander looked at this situation, and looked at the BitBay roadmap. Smart contracts were supposed to be released in three weeks. A functioning decentralized market in less than two months. This was clearly a situation in need of fixing.

There was another problem. David began to tell the Salamander that of all the technology he was working on, only the pegging would be exclusive to Bay. Everything else – the multicoin wallet, the markets, the mesh technology  - would be shared with Halo. He even told Salamander that the Halo Nighttrader and markets would be released about the same time as BitBay.

The Salamander knew this was a headshot for BitBay.  BitBay’s whole identity was to be the first online decentralized marketplace. To have Halo offering essentially to license the same thing to anyone who came along made no sense at all.  Again – here was a situation that needed fixing.

But there was a problem. Somewhere along the line, David had become a partner in BitBay. So no one could tell him what to do.

It is standard operating procedure in any corporation, even in politics – that when one takes on a partnership role, one must divest oneself of any asset that can lead to conflict of interest. But this had not happened here. David was full speed ahead on Halo. While being a partner in Bay. And since he was a partner, no one could exert any authority over him.

The situation could not possibly be fixed.

This was the Salamander’s fatal mistake. He should have turned around and messaged Bob, it’s a clusterfuck. Stay the fuck away.

But he didn’t. He set about trying to fix the situation.

Gentle reader. You all know what happened next. David and the Salamander fought each other to a bloody finish, first in private, and then in public.

The irony in David’s situation is this: he was a full partner in Bay. Bay was not yet tarnished – it had heavy backing, and a shot at being the first true decentralized marketplace in Asia. If he had just ported Halo into Bay and respected basic divestment procedures, he could have been rich beyond what Halo would ever make him.

Instead, there he is, gentle readers – before you on the stage. Encamped in the darkness. Exiled. Surrounded by rings of believers, and the fires of his ronin.

We will return to David. But first we must witness the rest of the Salamander’s fall.


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Intermezzo:

My former brothers-in-arms.
 
There is nothing more dangerous than unpaid soldiers.  All of you got your share of the BitSwift ICO. But many of you were paid nothing from Bay.  

You now have two scores to settle. One for money, and one for revenge.
 
Some of you are now riding for Paul. He became your leader long ago. Your saddlebags are filled with Swift, and your fate is thrown in with his.

Some of you are now riding for Zimbeck.  Bob did not pay you your share of the Bay ICO, and Zimbeck was right there when you turned. He wanted revenge on Bob and the Salamander. And so did you. And now, your bags heavy with Bay from the ICO, you must ride for Zimbeck if you hope to ever get out alive.

Some of you are still riding for Bob. You were paid from the BitBay ICO. Nothing has changed for you.

Oh my brothers, I see you. I see each of you. I recognize you in the torch light as you pass. On your way to strike a hidden blow for Bob. Or Paul. Or David.
  
I do not judge you. You are ronin. You are my brothers in arms.

Do not judge me for telling this tale. My dagger is not drawn for you.



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The Salamander was falling apart.

By now, he was the only leader left in the group. Bob was AWOL, and Paul had left the group in late October, leaving only the Salamander to hold things together.

The Salamander was spectacularly unsuited for this role. He was quiet, prone to mood swings, and exhausted from weeks of trying to fix the BitBay situation. He felt like he was the only one in the group working hard. Bob was nowhere to be found, and without a leader, the group was coasting; except for the occasional tweet or forum post, no one seemed to be doing anything. Bay had gone briefly above 300 just after the ICO, fallen back to ICO price, and then began its steady decline.

The situation in Cambodia was going from bad to worse. Zimbeck was unable to compile the first Bay wallet, which the exchange would require to release the first ICO funds. The Salamander stepped in and fixed the situation, bringing in another dev who solved in a few hours the problem that had stumped Zimbeck for days. A fight then broke out in which Zimbeck berated the dev and called him a monkey, ending any chance of further help.

The development schedule fell more and more behind. Zimbeck spent increasing amounts of time and energy on the forums distancing himself from the Bay project. He was a partner in BitBay and had received his share of the ICO funds already - facts he was keeping hidden from public view -  so nothing could be done to bring him into line. Even worse, a massive amount of free coins had been released to David. David refused to lock these coins up in escrow.  This made any kind of pump from Bob’s side far too risky. Bob made it clear to the Chinese he would not risk a pump until David’s coins were safely locked away. David refused. The situation was at an impasse. There would be no pump.

It was now weeks after the ICO. Bitbay was steadily dropping in price. None of the elements needed for a marketing push were being delivered to the Salamander. The website could not be built, because there were no screenshots of smart wallets, or coherent written explanations from David as to exactly how any of the promised tech would work: hedging, pegging, the marketplace, smart contracts, or the mesh tech. And when the smart wallet was finally delivered a week overdue, it didn’t work.

Nothing to market with. A broken wallet.  No pump machine. A dev who was answerable to no one.

He was trying to fix BitBay, and he was getting nowhere.

During the same weeks, the foot soldiers were looking to the Salamander for answers that were just not there. They had been told that they would have to ‘work hard’ this time to get an ICO cut – but it wasn’t really clear what that meant. And they had not gotten paid. They were waiting for the pump to begin, but with no marketing materials, a broken wallet,  and no Bob – there was nothing to pump on.

They began to simply blame it on Bob. So few of the ICO’s dirty little secrets were known to them – the fake BTC at BTer, the problems behind the scenes with David,  the immense number of free coins that were actually out there – that the foot soldiers simply could not understand why the coin wasn’t being pumped. They could not understand the simple sentence they kept hearing again and again. It’s not our coin. It’s not our coin.

The price of Bay kept falling. The foot soldiers bags grew heavier. The mood grew more foul. Everyone wanted answers from the Salamander. And he had none.

He grew sour and bitter in the group chat. He spoke openly against Bob. This went on for days until others began to tell him they were sick of his moaning, and that he should leave.

It was that very evening that Bob finally returned to the chat. Back from his trip, moved into a new apartment, internet finally hooked up.  He was in a jovial mood and did not notice the mutinous atmosphere when first arrived. People began to question him about getting paid. It seemed as though Bob was not taking any of it seriously. He told the Salamander to lighten up.

And that was all it took.

The Salamander left the chat. His icon blinked once. And then it was gone.


__________________________


Gentle reader.

The time has come to end this story.

I will tell you the fates of Bob and Steven and Lin and the Salamander. And Paul and David.

And I will finish with a word to the people I miss the most.

My brothers in arms.

_____________

Bob

Bob was outplayed by the Chinese. Played to a draw by David. Abandoned by his lieutenants. Cursed by his soldiers. And now he is nearly alone.

But I think I will take an extra moment here for Bob. After all, it is the Story of Bob.

People like to hate Bob. I saw his other side, so it's not so black and white for me. Twice in six months guys on the crew got hacked and lost all their coins. Got taken down to zero. Bob heard about it both times, and made it right, behind the scenes.

One strange thing about Bob I never quite figured out. He liked people who clearly hated him. Even after someone became his enemy, he still liked them a lot. Back when the mole was doing the most damage, I was on Mumble in the middle of the night with him one night. No one else around. We were smoking weed and speculating on who might be the mole in the group.  About one guy in particular, a guy who was really, really smart. Bob said, yea.... it might be him. Your right. He paused. But you know what? Even if it is him? I still like him a lot.

But in the end, I can't say I feel sorry for Bob. The group falling apart was his fault. I saw it coming a mile away, and I made sure I got paid before I left.  My brothers who didn’t collect?  Bob will have ronin after him for months.

Perhaps you would have liked it if Bob had been put out of the Game for good. But he will be back. How could he not? There are too many coins that want pumping. Too many people who want profit. There will always be foot-soldiers. Look over in nearby threads. There will always be “believers”. There will always be “investors”.  And there will always be messiahs to lead them.


Steven

Steven is still falling. He is tied to his sins, roped permanently to David. Sinking slowly in this wine dark sea.


Lin
Lin escapes. He lives to fight another day. His strategy worked. There is no moral outcry over his actions. No one has started a viral campaign against BTer.
So disappointing. Gentle reader, you would have liked to see him fall. But you left it up to Bob and Paul and Steven and the Salamander. Lin proved himself smarter than all of them. And you simply did not care.


The Salamander

The Salamander will eventually return. He is a fixer. A briefcase man. There is always be a need for him. We all hatch plans and set events in motion. We all are involved in larger movements. Salamanders move on a right angle plane to our movements, our events, our lives, unseen. They fix what needs fixing. And then they disappear.

___________


What a disappointing ending so far. So ambiguous. All the bad guys are getting off easy.
 
We would like a sharper moral clarity to come out of this sad mess. We would like it if – at the end of this story  – the world would appear a little different than when we started this tale.

But it doesn’t, does it?

In this story we have seen both Swift and BitBay  get created out of thin air. We have watched both ICO’s get staged by Bob Surplus. Devs who have collaborated knowingly and willingly in his rigged ICO’s and reaped handsome rewards are still comfortably in their jobs, supported by their communities.

During the four days of this story, both BitBay dev and the BitSwift dev moved their coins to private forums. Away from the public eye. Their “investors” and “believers” applauded these moves.

During this time, the market price of BitSwift is relatively unchanged. The same is true of BitBay
.
So the altcoin market around us has spoken. It has shrugged. It is morally unimpressed.

You cannot expect your story teller to give you a better ending than the ending that is actually happening, can you?

An ending that includes both these devs coming to these very pages to sneer at Bob Surplus?

Proclaiming their own moral superiority to people of his type?

Gentle reader.

Now you know who my dagger is for.

The hypocrites.

The doxxers.

The cowards.



______________________________


The Hypocrites

You profited from your alliances with Bob. You were in on the ICO's. You dev the coins he midwifed. You cling tightly to the money he helped you make. All the while proclaiming that he is scum, that he should swing for his sins.


The Doxxers - on all sides

You fancy yourselves as heroes. As equalizers.
 
You give yourself a moral free card, because you are convinced of the righteousness of your cause.

You give yourself the right to be judge, jury, and executioner.
 
You are the worst kind of coward. And this is why:

You could act on your own information. You could get on that plane.

You could go knock on that door.

But you hope someone else will do your dirty work.

That someone else will settle your score.

That someone will ‘get what’s coming to them’

With you at a safe moral distance.

You say, but I am doing it for others.

No. You are not.

If "others" really want it done, they can do the research. They can get on that plane. They can go knock on that door.

Do you really believe it is ok to be judge, jury and executioner? You do?

My dagger is for you.


_____________



To my brothers in arms. You know who you are.

I would like to end on a serious note. Thank you for the discussion of penises.  Weed.  Midget clown sex. Calise. Especially Calise. Panamanian land prices. West coast pizza. The bitch who stole the money. East coast snowstorms. Weed.  Anarchism. Nootropics.  Bill Clinton. The Middle East. RG3. GTA.  Weed. Taylor Swift.  For each bro. Each lol.  And everything in between.



The End.


I could listen to this guy all day.

See how much of a pain in the ass it is to scroll through thousands of words to get to a meaningless sentence? Forum much?

Why lie? I know for a fact that it meant a lot to you that i enjoyed reading the OP. Your tough guy persona on this board can't mask the sensitive sole that lies beneath. Thanks for caring.

god you guys are jerks


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Bobsurplus on July 27, 2015, 05:56:21 PM
When is the winter story expected?


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Hueristic on July 28, 2015, 02:08:37 AM
Next one that quotes that gets auto ignored.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: QuestionAuthority on July 28, 2015, 03:14:13 AM
Next one that quotes that gets auto ignored.

ROFL

I almost did it just because.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Hueristic on July 28, 2015, 05:43:42 AM
Next one that quotes that gets auto ignored.

ROFL

I almost did it just because.

Your already on ignore! :P


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: terman45x on August 05, 2015, 05:30:24 PM
is bobsurplus still doing this? if so where do I sign up?

W0w are you a sockpuppet or just stupid?

Bobs cloak pump was epic and the librexcoin pump was a very nice profit for me but he fucked up with bitbay and viral.

I guess its to late to bet on circuits and upcoming calls from Bob. The shitcoin market is dead now  :-\

I never fucked up bitbay, David did.
And Viral, lol.. In at 5 out at 17... I'd call that a fuck up too. :D

Please, even by your own admission and posted chat logs you prove you did. Which is not to say I am defending David as I don't know him and was smart enough to stay away from any "Project" you are involved in. And this practice has served me very well. :)

Now if people had only heeded my warning way back in the cloak time there would be alot more happy people and bob wouldn't be the [inside trader] Investor he is.

Read more closely. BitBay should have been an epic pump, the pump to end all pumps. 500 btc set aside just to pump. It did not get pumped because zimbeck would not lock up his coins:

The development schedule fell more and more behind. Zimbeck spent increasing amounts of time and energy on the forums distancing himself from the Bay project. He was a partner in BitBay and had received his share of the ICO funds already - facts he was keeping hidden from public view -  so nothing could be done to bring him into line. Even worse, a massive amount of free coins had been released to David. David refused to lock these coins up in escrow.  This made any kind of pump from Bob’s side far too risky. Bob made it clear to the Chinese he would not risk a pump until David’s coins were safely locked away. David refused. The situation was at an impasse. There would be no pump.



Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: bit1 on August 05, 2015, 06:23:02 PM
Long history,   Waiting for another titled "The Day that Bob Surplus cleared its name", Oh wait, Is Bob Surplus around here?


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Dimitry on August 05, 2015, 06:25:44 PM

See how much of a pain in the ass it is to scroll through thousands of words to get to a meaningless sentence? Forum much?

Why lie? I know for a fact that it meant a lot to you that i enjoyed reading the OP. Your tough guy persona on this board can't mask the sensitive sole that lies beneath. Thanks for caring.

god you guys are jerks

huh what?


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: HCLivess on August 06, 2015, 09:38:55 AM
Paul who?


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Bobsurplus on August 06, 2015, 09:40:07 AM
Paul who?

LOL.. That's what I'm saying!


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: The Sound And Fury on August 10, 2015, 07:05:25 PM
Ahhhh but the song remains the same.

The names all of you have on your tongues right now  - these are the names i will speak of.

The coins you are playing now? These I will speak of.

Come winter.



Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: scambust on August 12, 2015, 09:13:59 PM
Hi Everyone

We are getting ready to roll out the new wallet update with the revised thresholds for Trader's Lounge and Whale Lounge. Because this will affect the variable DPOS staking levels we'd like to test it with a small group of community members before rolling out the larger release. If you are interested in being part of the beta group and giving feedback, please send us a PM and Barakus will be in touch with you during the next 24 hrs. We need about 10 - 12 people.

CC

I'll test it out and be in the beta group. Is this going to happen this weekend?

You are going to do the same you did with Viral...

https://ip.bitcointalk.org/?u=http%3A%2F%2Fi62.tinypic.com%2Fqpnqcj.png&t=553&c=WQor40VO2rnRpg


Viral is run by a Nazi, who failed to pay his employees and cant get any traction selling advertising. Big difference between CIRC and Viral Spiral.
CIRC will be a winner while Spiral will spiral downwards and die some time soon.


On Viral thread you was trying to convince people to buy Viral...

That was then, this is now. CIRC is the new summer play.. Viral was gonna be then everyone moved onto this one.. Now the wheels are in motion for a very prosperous summer.


Lol, at least you are honest. People got to learn to get in and out. Keep on with the keep on Bob!

Nice!

So what I said was true. Adam and Bobbie got into a beef. And Bobbie tried to extort them, like he did with Bitbay. "This is Bobbie 100BTC or I wil dump my whole stack". Now I am so relieved to have not invested in CIRC. Adam came true, Bobbie, still working on his next scam. Selling at 17k...LMAO.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: bram_vnl on September 12, 2015, 05:44:40 AM
http://img-9gag-ftw.9cache.com/photo/aXEGZzD_700b.jpg


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: bram_vnl on September 14, 2015, 11:42:28 AM
The story of Robert Duskes


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: TrueAnon on September 14, 2015, 08:12:09 PM
Ahhhh but the song remains the same.

The names all of you have on your tongues right now  - these are the names i will speak of.

The coins you are playing now? These I will speak of.

Come winter.





Gee I wonder if "the sound and fury" person will be mentioning CIRC and BOT in their next story lmao, I think we know the answer to that already.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: kleineaap on December 18, 2015, 11:40:03 PM
Ahhhh but the song remains the same.

The names all of you have on your tongues right now  - these are the names i will speak of.

The coins you are playing now? These I will speak of.

Come winter.





Gee I wonder if "the sound and fury" person will be mentioning CIRC and BOT in their next story lmao, I think we know the answer to that already.

check


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Hueristic on December 18, 2015, 11:55:47 PM
Ahhhh but the song remains the same.

The names all of you have on your tongues right now  - these are the names i will speak of.

The coins you are playing now? These I will speak of.

Come winter.





Gee I wonder if "the sound and fury" person will be mentioning CIRC and BOT in their next story lmao, I think we know the answer to that already.

check

I hope so, This is the best entertainment since the radio! LOL


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: benthach on December 19, 2015, 03:10:41 AM
just know fake buys wall and fake volume coins, coins just coming out of rat hole with bold move, yes, that is a sure coin by the scam team


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: pineapples on January 10, 2016, 04:19:07 AM
nicely told :)


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: TrueAnon on January 20, 2016, 09:02:22 PM
just know fake buys wall and fake volume coins, coins just coming out of rat hole with bold move, yes, that is a sure coin by the scam team

Pretty much this.

Mr. Bob is now irrelevant in the crypto scene given all his failed scamcoins and fake hype then dumps.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: sofu on March 09, 2016, 09:56:00 PM
LMAO  :D

https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=418700.msg13952602#msg13952602



Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: QuestionAuthority on March 10, 2016, 02:24:13 AM
LMAO  :D

https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=418700.msg13952602#msg13952602



I don't know why anyone would want to go hatin on poor bob. He's just makin money the cryptocurrency way - he's fuckin stealing it. You're all just jelly.

Crypto has a proud history of being a nest of thieving scumbags from Zhou Tong to Mark Karpeles. Even the beloved of this forum like Cypherdoc, DeathandTaxes and Eric Voorhees have ended up being worthless fucking scammers. Why pick a little guy like Bob to hate on?


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: justbtcme on March 10, 2016, 03:52:27 AM
Thank you for this.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: avitas on March 13, 2016, 10:34:15 PM
This need to be translated into Chinese...and many other languages. 

It was a great read.  thanks OP.



Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Fedoracoins on April 11, 2016, 09:21:42 PM
Yes thx!


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: CoinCidental on December 10, 2016, 05:03:03 PM
LMAO  :D

https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=418700.msg13952602#msg13952602



I don't know why anyone would want to go hatin on poor bob. He's just makin money the cryptocurrency way - he's fuckin stealing it. You're all just jelly.

Crypto has a proud history of being a nest of thieving scumbags from Zhou Tong to Mark Karpeles. Even the beloved of this forum like Cypherdoc, DeathandTaxes and Eric Voorhees have ended up being worthless fucking scammers. Why pick a little guy like Bob to hate on?

You forgot Matthew N Wright on your scammers list....


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: QuestionAuthority on December 10, 2016, 05:18:11 PM
LMAO  :D

https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=418700.msg13952602#msg13952602



I don't know why anyone would want to go hatin on poor bob. He's just makin money the cryptocurrency way - he's fuckin stealing it. You're all just jelly.

Crypto has a proud history of being a nest of thieving scumbags from Zhou Tong to Mark Karpeles. Even the beloved of this forum like Cypherdoc, DeathandTaxes and Eric Voorhees have ended up being worthless fucking scammers. Why pick a little guy like Bob to hate on?

You forgot Matthew N Wright on your scammers list....

No, he's on a different list of mine. He's on the silly dumbass list. He's not really a crafty scammer like Eric Voorhees or Zhou Tong that made us all feel warm and fuzzy while they walked away rich with our money. MnW made a silly bet for tons of money that he lost, couldn't pay and walked away broke. That's different.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: CoinCidental on December 10, 2016, 06:14:31 PM
LMAO  :D

https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=418700.msg13952602#msg13952602



I don't know why anyone would want to go hatin on poor bob. He's just makin money the cryptocurrency way - he's fuckin stealing it. You're all just jelly.

Crypto has a proud history of being a nest of thieving scumbags from Zhou Tong to Mark Karpeles. Even the beloved of this forum like Cypherdoc, DeathandTaxes and Eric Voorhees have ended up being worthless fucking scammers. Why pick a little guy like Bob to hate on?

You forgot Matthew N Wright on your scammers list....

No, he's on a different list of mine. He's on the silly dumbass list. He's not really a crafty scammer like Eric Voorhees or Zhou Tong that made us all feel warm and fuzzy while they walked away rich with our money. MnW made a silly bet for tons of money that he lost, couldn't pay and walked away broke. That's different.

He is trying to say that he has repaid everyone in the bet and even posting about it on other forums for anyone he owes to get in touch

https://bitcointalk4.com/important-announcements/matthew-n-wright-is-trying-to-pay-his-debts/

For the record, he hasn't contacted me even though I'm marked on the list as not replying to his contacts ....

You are right though, there are many snakes in crypto and he is surely not the largest of them....





Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: QuestionAuthority on December 10, 2016, 07:22:28 PM
LMAO  :D

https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=418700.msg13952602#msg13952602



I don't know why anyone would want to go hatin on poor bob. He's just makin money the cryptocurrency way - he's fuckin stealing it. You're all just jelly.

Crypto has a proud history of being a nest of thieving scumbags from Zhou Tong to Mark Karpeles. Even the beloved of this forum like Cypherdoc, DeathandTaxes and Eric Voorhees have ended up being worthless fucking scammers. Why pick a little guy like Bob to hate on?

You forgot Matthew N Wright on your scammers list....

No, he's on a different list of mine. He's on the silly dumbass list. He's not really a crafty scammer like Eric Voorhees or Zhou Tong that made us all feel warm and fuzzy while they walked away rich with our money. MnW made a silly bet for tons of money that he lost, couldn't pay and walked away broke. That's different.

He is trying to say that he has repaid everyone in the bet and even posting about it on other forums for anyone he owes to get in touch

https://bitcointalk4.com/important-announcements/matthew-n-wright-is-trying-to-pay-his-debts/

For the record, he hasn't contacted me even though I'm marked on the list as not replying to his contacts ....

You are right though, there are many snakes in crypto and he is surely not the largest of them....


That right there keeps him from being a scammer. Scammers don't even attempt to repay their debts.

Try asking Eric Voorhees to give you back your share of the 2600 btc he stole from FeedZeBirds or SatoshiDice. He won't even try to pay back a few people but he sure has plenty of money to travel all around the world. I sent a letter to the IRS telling about his little windfall for FeedZeBirds. I'm trying to get him extradited for tax evasion on a million and a half stolen dollars .


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Spoetnik on December 11, 2016, 01:50:30 AM
Scammers don't repay their debt's ?
Sorry but i got to call bullshit on that big time.

Every heard of Master-P the escrow guy ? Ring a bell ?

They often do it for deceitful motives which is wide ranging.
Such as if i was caught it would benefit me to repay it all back then get better at ripping you all off.
Think of it this way.. these guys are not leaving.
They have no intention of walking away from the waterfall of free money from the hoards of greedy little idiots.

If i was in their shoes i would pay it back and keep on scheming for sure !

But don't get me wrong i am not trying to defend or condemn anyone with this comment.
..just sayin' ;)

EVERYONE says they know it's all 98% scammers.. the trick is spotting which ones are the culprits.
And THAT is where most fail miserably as proven by the never ending losses.

Take Gox for example.. i warned you all long and hard loudly.. i was mouthed off called a Troll.
Same with Cryptsy.. the list goes on & on.
I remember clearly who was there with me speaking up.
So i don't forget who defended these scammers or stayed silent.
Which would be most of you reading this.

Hate to break it to you guys but not everyone here can be the smart one in the room.
Especially when we unanimously agree that 9 out of 10 people will leave the room broke.
.a loser.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: suspiciously square on December 11, 2016, 02:05:23 PM
LMAO  :D

https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=418700.msg13952602#msg13952602



I don't know why anyone would want to go hatin on poor bob. He's just makin money the cryptocurrency way - he's fuckin stealing it. You're all just jelly.

Crypto has a proud history of being a nest of thieving scumbags from Zhou Tong to Mark Karpeles. Even the beloved of this forum like Cypherdoc, DeathandTaxes and Eric Voorhees have ended up being worthless fucking scammers. Why pick a little guy like Bob to hate on?

You forgot Matthew N Wright on your scammers list....

No, he's on a different list of mine. He's on the silly dumbass list. He's not really a crafty scammer like Eric Voorhees or Zhou Tong that made us all feel warm and fuzzy while they walked away rich with our money. MnW made a silly bet for tons of money that he lost, couldn't pay and walked away broke. That's different.

He is trying to say that he has repaid everyone in the bet and even posting about it on other forums for anyone he owes to get in touch

https://bitcointalk4.com/important-announcements/matthew-n-wright-is-trying-to-pay-his-debts/

For the record, he hasn't contacted me even though I'm marked on the list as not replying to his contacts ....





There will be a legal reason for that, probably any debt is legally void if someone doesn't reply to a contact attempt after a number of years. Contact him about the debt, and keep a record of it so he can't deny you contacted him.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: CoinCidental on December 11, 2016, 06:56:31 PM
LMAO  :D

https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=418700.msg13952602#msg13952602



I don't know why anyone would want to go hatin on poor bob. He's just makin money the cryptocurrency way - he's fuckin stealing it. You're all just jelly.

Crypto has a proud history of being a nest of thieving scumbags from Zhou Tong to Mark Karpeles. Even the beloved of this forum like Cypherdoc, DeathandTaxes and Eric Voorhees have ended up being worthless fucking scammers. Why pick a little guy like Bob to hate on?

You forgot Matthew N Wright on your scammers list....

No, he's on a different list of mine. He's on the silly dumbass list. He's not really a crafty scammer like Eric Voorhees or Zhou Tong that made us all feel warm and fuzzy while they walked away rich with our money. MnW made a silly bet for tons of money that he lost, couldn't pay and walked away broke. That's different.

He is trying to say that he has repaid everyone in the bet and even posting about it on other forums for anyone he owes to get in touch

https://bitcointalk4.com/important-announcements/matthew-n-wright-is-trying-to-pay-his-debts/

For the record, he hasn't contacted me even though I'm marked on the list as not replying to his contacts ....





There will be a legal reason for that, probably any debt is legally void if someone doesn't reply to a contact attempt after a number of years. Contact him about the debt, and keep a record of it so he can't deny you contacted him.


Matthew  has locked the threads in question and asked all affected  members (whose names are highlighted in red) to contact theymos which i have done but he didnt reply either ..........

I have not went anyway ,nor am i uncontactable

I dont expect matthew to pay up but whenever i see him lying  on other websites  he has made good on all his bet debts  i will continually state for the record that he has NOT so at least  he doesnt get enough trust to scam new people who dont know about the past ..............


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: suspiciously square on December 11, 2016, 07:30:02 PM
LMAO  :D

https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=418700.msg13952602#msg13952602



I don't know why anyone would want to go hatin on poor bob. He's just makin money the cryptocurrency way - he's fuckin stealing it. You're all just jelly.

Crypto has a proud history of being a nest of thieving scumbags from Zhou Tong to Mark Karpeles. Even the beloved of this forum like Cypherdoc, DeathandTaxes and Eric Voorhees have ended up being worthless fucking scammers. Why pick a little guy like Bob to hate on?

You forgot Matthew N Wright on your scammers list....

No, he's on a different list of mine. He's on the silly dumbass list. He's not really a crafty scammer like Eric Voorhees or Zhou Tong that made us all feel warm and fuzzy while they walked away rich with our money. MnW made a silly bet for tons of money that he lost, couldn't pay and walked away broke. That's different.

He is trying to say that he has repaid everyone in the bet and even posting about it on other forums for anyone he owes to get in touch

https://bitcointalk4.com/important-announcements/matthew-n-wright-is-trying-to-pay-his-debts/

For the record, he hasn't contacted me even though I'm marked on the list as not replying to his contacts ....





There will be a legal reason for that, probably any debt is legally void if someone doesn't reply to a contact attempt after a number of years. Contact him about the debt, and keep a record of it so he can't deny you contacted him.


Matthew  has locked the threads in question and asked all affected  members (whose names are highlighted in red) to contact theymos which i have done but he didnt reply either ..........

I have not went anyway ,nor am i uncontactable

I dont expect matthew to pay up but whenever i see him lying  on other websites  he has made good on all his bet debts  i will continually state for the record that he has NOT so at least  he doesnt get enough trust to scam new people who dont know about the past ..............

Is this the Matthew N. Wright you had dealings with? I couldn't find your name in the negative feedback left for him. You could leave him negative feedback, and mention that you sent him a pm requesting repayment in it. Unfortunately his profile shows he was last active on January 23, 2014 so he isn't reading bitcointalk pms. Is there any other way to contact him through his websites?

https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?action=trust;u=24749

It's ironic he asked you to pm theymos because he gave him negative feedback.



Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: CoinCidental on December 11, 2016, 09:47:56 PM
LMAO  :D

https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=418700.msg13952602#msg13952602



I don't know why anyone would want to go hatin on poor bob. He's just makin money the cryptocurrency way - he's fuckin stealing it. You're all just jelly.

Crypto has a proud history of being a nest of thieving scumbags from Zhou Tong to Mark Karpeles. Even the beloved of this forum like Cypherdoc, DeathandTaxes and Eric Voorhees have ended up being worthless fucking scammers. Why pick a little guy like Bob to hate on?

You forgot Matthew N Wright on your scammers list....

No, he's on a different list of mine. He's on the silly dumbass list. He's not really a crafty scammer like Eric Voorhees or Zhou Tong that made us all feel warm and fuzzy while they walked away rich with our money. MnW made a silly bet for tons of money that he lost, couldn't pay and walked away broke. That's different.

He is trying to say that he has repaid everyone in the bet and even posting about it on other forums for anyone he owes to get in touch

https://bitcointalk4.com/important-announcements/matthew-n-wright-is-trying-to-pay-his-debts/

For the record, he hasn't contacted me even though I'm marked on the list as not replying to his contacts ....





There will be a legal reason for that, probably any debt is legally void if someone doesn't reply to a contact attempt after a number of years. Contact him about the debt, and keep a record of it so he can't deny you contacted him.


Matthew  has locked the threads in question and asked all affected  members (whose names are highlighted in red) to contact theymos which i have done but he didnt reply either ..........

I have not went anyway ,nor am i uncontactable

I dont expect matthew to pay up but whenever i see him lying  on other websites  he has made good on all his bet debts  i will continually state for the record that he has NOT so at least  he doesnt get enough trust to scam new people who dont know about the past ..............

Is this the Matthew N. Wright you had dealings with? I couldn't find your name in the negative feedback left for him. You could leave him negative feedback, and mention that you sent him a pm requesting repayment in it. Unfortunately his profile shows he was last active on January 23, 2014 so he isn't reading bitcointalk pms. Is there any other way to contact him through his websites?

https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?action=trust;u=24749

It's ironic he asked you to pm theymos because he gave him negative feedback.



yes ,its the same Matthew N Wright ,surprise surprise lol

you can find my name on this list in red  : https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=140654

and on other bitcoin forums in the last few months he has claimed to resolved this with affected persons


if he had any intention of contacting the users on that list he could have done so as far as im concerned
and why lock the thread and  tell them to contact theymos anyway ?


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: QuestionAuthority on December 11, 2016, 11:52:17 PM
LMAO  :D

https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=418700.msg13952602#msg13952602



I don't know why anyone would want to go hatin on poor bob. He's just makin money the cryptocurrency way - he's fuckin stealing it. You're all just jelly.

Crypto has a proud history of being a nest of thieving scumbags from Zhou Tong to Mark Karpeles. Even the beloved of this forum like Cypherdoc, DeathandTaxes and Eric Voorhees have ended up being worthless fucking scammers. Why pick a little guy like Bob to hate on?

You forgot Matthew N Wright on your scammers list....

No, he's on a different list of mine. He's on the silly dumbass list. He's not really a crafty scammer like Eric Voorhees or Zhou Tong that made us all feel warm and fuzzy while they walked away rich with our money. MnW made a silly bet for tons of money that he lost, couldn't pay and walked away broke. That's different.

He is trying to say that he has repaid everyone in the bet and even posting about it on other forums for anyone he owes to get in touch

https://bitcointalk4.com/important-announcements/matthew-n-wright-is-trying-to-pay-his-debts/

For the record, he hasn't contacted me even though I'm marked on the list as not replying to his contacts ....


There will be a legal reason for that, probably any debt is legally void if someone doesn't reply to a contact attempt after a number of years. Contact him about the debt, and keep a record of it so he can't deny you contacted him.


Matthew  has locked the threads in question and asked all affected  members (whose names are highlighted in red) to contact theymos which i have done but he didnt reply either ..........

I have not went anyway ,nor am i uncontactable

I dont expect matthew to pay up but whenever i see him lying  on other websites  he has made good on all his bet debts  i will continually state for the record that he has NOT so at least  he doesnt get enough trust to scam new people who dont know about the past ..............

Is this the Matthew N. Wright you had dealings with? I couldn't find your name in the negative feedback left for him. You could leave him negative feedback, and mention that you sent him a pm requesting repayment in it. Unfortunately his profile shows he was last active on January 23, 2014 so he isn't reading bitcointalk pms. Is there any other way to contact him through his websites?

https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?action=trust;u=24749

It's ironic he asked you to pm theymos because he gave him negative feedback.



yes ,its the same Matthew N Wright ,surprise surprise lol

you can find my name on this list in red  : https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=140654

and on other bitcoin forums in the last few months he has claimed to resolved this with affected persons


if he had any intention of contacting the users on that list he could have done so as far as im concerned
and why lock the thread and  tell them to contact theymos anyway ?

Why don't you force theymos' hand. Go to meta section and start a thread asking theymos to contact you concerning MnWs debt collection in public in the thread, no PMs and no hiding. Post the link to the thread saying theymos is handling it. He will surely contact you there because mods that see the post will tell him about it.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: stereotype on February 23, 2017, 04:08:51 PM

....Steven...


Apparently, the name is Patrick, these days.

https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=1720632.msg17951336#msg17951336


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: QuestionAuthority on February 24, 2017, 06:07:12 AM

....Steven...


Apparently, the name is Patrick, these days.

https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=1720632.msg17951336#msg17951336

There's nothing wrong with a pump-n-dump scheme. Bitcoin has been used as a p-n-d many times. I've made a lot of money manipulating stupid people into paying more for something than it's worth (I used to work in real estate where it's a normal practice). Bob/Patrick/Steven or whatever took advantage of stupid people, so what? That's a normal day at Century 21 or CB Richard Ellis. People are supposed to be noble and honest because it's cryptocurrency? Oh, please. What screws most people is their own greed. A fool and his money are soon parted is the name of the game.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: stereotype on February 24, 2017, 08:04:17 AM

....Steven...


Apparently, the name is Patrick, these days.

https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=1720632.msg17951336#msg17951336

There's nothing wrong with a pump-n-dump scheme. Bitcoin has been used as a p-n-d many times. I've made a lot of money manipulating stupid people into paying more for something than it's worth (I used to work in real estate where it's a normal practice). Bob/Patrick/Steven or whatever took advantage of stupid people, so what? That's a normal day at Century 21 or CB Richard Ellis. People are supposed to be noble and honest because it's cryptocurrency? Oh, please. What screws most people is their own greed. A fool and his money are soon parted is the name of the game.
Was that supposed to be an analogy, or did you mean you have manipulated stupid people in crypto?


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Spoetnik on February 24, 2017, 08:43:48 AM

....Steven...


Apparently, the name is Patrick, these days.

https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=1720632.msg17951336#msg17951336

There's nothing wrong with a pump-n-dump scheme. Bitcoin has been used as a p-n-d many times. I've made a lot of money manipulating stupid people into paying more for something than it's worth (I used to work in real estate where it's a normal practice). Bob/Patrick/Steven or whatever took advantage of stupid people, so what? That's a normal day at Century 21 or CB Richard Ellis. People are supposed to be noble and honest because it's cryptocurrency? Oh, please. What screws most people is their own greed. A fool and his money are soon parted is the name of the game.

Can a 12 year old kid go get a loan to buy an overpriced home ?
Many people in crypto are little children..

PS:
Ever heard of the housing market crash / recession ?
What year again were you involved in real estate ?

Further more regulations exist in normal systems unlike this.
Case in point Martha Stewart an old lady who baked pies on TV was thrown in jail for insider trading.

http://media.dcentertainment.com/sites/default/files/Martha-Tattoos_1.jpg


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: QuestionAuthority on February 25, 2017, 06:27:46 AM

....Steven...


Apparently, the name is Patrick, these days.

https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=1720632.msg17951336#msg17951336

There's nothing wrong with a pump-n-dump scheme. Bitcoin has been used as a p-n-d many times. I've made a lot of money manipulating stupid people into paying more for something than it's worth (I used to work in real estate where it's a normal practice). Bob/Patrick/Steven or whatever took advantage of stupid people, so what? That's a normal day at Century 21 or CB Richard Ellis. People are supposed to be noble and honest because it's cryptocurrency? Oh, please. What screws most people is their own greed. A fool and his money are soon parted is the name of the game.
Was that supposed to be an analogy, or did you mean you have manipulated stupid people in crypto?


I never had to manipulate people in bitcoinland. There's so many people doing it here it's almost cliché. I did make a shit ton of coins shilling for BitSwift (Timeshare coin) under another nick but that doesn't count because I don't consider the altcoin crowd as real crypto people. Bitcoin people want to make a better world by screwing the establishment and big banking. Altcoin people just want to make a quick buck because they're butthurt over not being bitcoin early adopters. Altcoin "get rich quickers" get what they deserve.


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Spoetnik on February 25, 2017, 07:00:31 AM
mmmmhmmm we know you.
We know your kind !

I bet you shaved off your eye brows to ensure your cleverness and hide the face truth !

I am onto you bucko.
Don't be thinking you can pull a fast one here buddy boy.
I'm keeping my eye on you for now on chuckie cheese !

QuestionAuthority self professed Realty Agent.. he prob boils little children in cauldrons for dinner !
And we though ole Bobby the gansta mac daddy playa was bad..

Where my BTC ballers at? $960 US (https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=1733288.msg17342323#msg17342323)


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Blockhunter on April 09, 2017, 02:51:41 AM
Bravo! Fantastic story love your style and how you put everything together. I don't usually read long posts haha :)


Title: Re: The Story of Bob Surplus
Post by: Hueristic on April 09, 2017, 06:54:58 PM

....Steven...


Apparently, the name is Patrick, these days.

https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=1720632.msg17951336#msg17951336

There's nothing wrong with a pump-n-dump scheme. Bitcoin has been used as a p-n-d many times. I've made a lot of money manipulating stupid people into paying more for something than it's worth (I used to work in real estate where it's a normal practice). Bob/Patrick/Steven or whatever took advantage of stupid people, so what? That's a normal day at Century 21 or CB Richard Ellis. People are supposed to be noble and honest because it's cryptocurrency? Oh, please. What screws most people is their own greed. A fool and his money are soon parted is the name of the game.
Was that supposed to be an analogy, or did you mean you have manipulated stupid people in crypto?


I never had to manipulate people in bitcoinland. There's so many people doing it here it's almost cliché. I did make a shit ton of coins shilling for BitSwift (Timeshare coin) under another nick but that doesn't count because I don't consider the altcoin crowd as real crypto people. Bitcoin people want to make a better world by screwing the establishment and big banking. Altcoin people just want to make a quick buck because they're butthurt over not being bitcoin early adopters. Altcoin "get rich quickers" get what they deserve.

XMr would like to have a word with your myoptic and foolish veiw.

And it sounds like your a shitcoin scammer by your own admission here.


Discussion on the subject:

https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=1862633.msg18522895#msg18522895

Anyone know his alts post them here.

https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=1702409.msg18522826#msg18522826