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Ah the ubiquitous first post. Should we kick our shoes off right now and go for a story? Or should I tell you a little about myself first? Let's go with the second. About me, you ask? well I'm the narrator of Storytime Crypto, Gaz Vergath. I'm a huge fan of all things fantasy, but also a huge fan of all things crypto. It's like being addicted to crack, but also really liking heroin. Or...Peanut butter& Jelly. Let's go with the PB&J analogy....
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For this first post I'm plagiarizing myself. This was a short story the morning after the Crash in May of '21. I originally posted on Reddit and was subsequently pushed to do it more since I've slouched off on writing for a year or so. Whew...it feels good to write again. Well with no further ado, join me please in "Surviving my first crash" Kick off the shoes, grab a cocoa, or beer, wine, coffee, water...la croix. Really have to pick up some more la cr-ap I got sidetracked a second."
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Surviving my first crash
The storm has passed. I push the now urine filled water bottles from my impromptu bed, where I had been sleeping the last two nights with my wife and child. Our corner of the closet remains untouched by the raging cataclysm that befell my once grand home. As I slide the closet door open the light hits me. My pupils, now accustomed to the darkness, constrict into needlepoints. It takes only a few moments for my eyes to adjust and take in my surroundings. This wasteland is unrecognizable, yet…somehow…familiar.
Is that pile of COSMOS where my bed once was? And that 1INCH spurting from the broken piping like so many liquidated dreams, could that have once been the same hopeful torrent of fresh water that cleansed the sand from my sleep every morning? No. That was a different life. Belonging to a different man.
I leave my wife and daughter sleeping- there is no point in bringing them out into this painful world just yet. Let them sleep, let them enjoy dreams for a few minutes longer. I step out of the closet, taking care to avoid the rotting carcass of EGLD in my path. I can see my neighbor, Craig, through a gaping hole in my wall where ADA once stood. Craig waves, and I flip my middle finger up in a nostalgic gesture that brings a small smirk to my face. Fuck Craig, nobody likes that guy.
After clearing a path in the waste for my family to travel safely across once they wake, I do the one thing I have been avoiding since the storm ended its ferocious roar. I sit down at my computer chair and open my laptop. I check my battery: 23%. I check my VPN: Canada. KeepassXC: Connected. Sweat drips down my ashen face as I log into Binance.com. I can still feel my wife pulling me away from the screen as I refresh again, and again. My margin level plummeting. 1.50, 1.43, 1.27, 1.23, and finally, recognizing that if I didn’t walk away, my daughter would surely be swallowed up in the inevitable, I had seen a menacing “1.17” flash across my vision like the dawning of a fifth horseman.
I wait for the screen to load. It’s taking longer than normal. Probably Craig’s fault. Fuck that guy. My breath burns in my lungs, and there it is. My Margin wallet. It…it’s not empty. Could it be possible? I didn’t get liquidated in the night? I refresh again, and again. It’s true! My margin level is at 1.76! Tears of joy stream and I fall back in my chair, exhaustion overcoming me. I brush the dust off a picture of my ADA and think “We did it. We survived”
…For now.
