The story of the Bear Bitcoin left behind...
"Just like 2011" he said. A few clicks of the mouse, it was done. Bitcoins gone. Replaced with a pocketful of fiat. Joy, triumph, he was king of the world. All those suckers, I got out when the getting out was good! The bubble ain't gonna get me!
Oh how did it all go wrong. The bad news Bear keeps checking the forum. "What?!" he yelled, "Bitcoin is up?". Why? How? Who? This wasn't how it was suppose to go. Sub $100 they said. $50 coins they said. We had charts. We had FUCKING CHARTS!
Mom's bitching at me to get off the Xbox and go outside. What the fuck does she know. I used to own Bitcoins. Mom never said shit to me when I had Bitcoins. Now I'm locked out, a rally comes, fancy GIFs of rocket ships, trains, even hot chicks. A sad Bear with a pocketful of fiat, what does he post? He's not invited to this party. One day he thinks, one day they'll wish they were me. Their precious Bitcoins will be worthless and I'll be rolling around my bed covered in $5 bills. Just wait he thought. Just wait.
Oh dat feel..
