Dami knew it was going to be a long night the moment the Discord channel lit up with the neon glow of fresh notifications. It was 1:38 a.m.—that blurry hour when good ideas wrestle with reckless ones, and yet every ping felt like a doorbell delivering possibility straight to his desk.
The little circle had started as a handful of college friends swapping memes about hard forks and gas fees; now it was a 300-strong huddle of traders, coders, and the occasional keyboard philosopher. On quiet nights, it feels like a speakeasy for digital prospectors: links, charts, and weary jokes drifting past like low mist.
Amid a long thread dissecting global market trends (and a GIF of a dog sporting laser goggles), a strange string of characters suddenly flashed on the screen. One of the mods, known only as major, dropped three brief sentences:
“Here’s the treasury.
Presale window opens at dawn.
Do your homework.”
No ticker, no roadmap link, just breadcrumbs, exactly the kind that get noses twitching. Everything moved so fast that Dami never had time to check the basics: credible backers, sensible tokenomics, an audited contract, and, most crucially, a dev team brave enough to show their faces. None of those due diligence boxes even had a chance to tick themselves.
The post-sale pulse: Euphoria, panic, doubt, swift redemption
Dami wired a modest amount, about what a weekend getaway would cost and not enough to lose sleep over. The gas fee stung, the screen flashed “Transaction Confirmed,” block 22,017,443 had recorded the leap of faith, and the tokens appeared in his wallet like shy visitors at a house party.
Then the waiting began.
Thirty-six hours later, the official presale announcement landed. Instantly, Twitter threads ignited: “Next 100× gem!” His once-dormant tokens now glowed at 5× above entry. Rational Dami whispered, “Secure the bag; no one ever went broke taking profit.” The greedy gremlin countered, “Hold for 50×, coward.”
Dami sold.
Gas paid, ETH back in the wallet, heart still hammering.
After the blazing crescendo finally settled, silence roared
Within minutes of the public presale, the price chart looked like a ski slope in the Alps: a near-vertical ascent followed by a merciless plunge. The Discord server erupted in a choir of disbelief:
- @DiscordUser1: “Did the devs just yank liquidity?!”
- @DiscordUser2: “Relax, they locked it. Market’s just correcting.”
- @DiscordUser3: “I’m down 70% in an hour. Send memes, I need hope.”
Dami sipped his victory coffee (yes, that’s a thing) and listened to the digital commotion. The token never reclaimed its presale high. Days turned into weeks; the chart flatlined like an abandoned EKG.
Strategy over hype: Turning frenzy into calculated wins
- Due diligence beats FOMO
Excitement is a lousy researcher. Real homework (background checks), legitimate audits, and smart-contract scrutiny (turn a gamble into a calculated bet). - Set exit rules before you enter
Dami’s plan was simple: double his money or bail at the first sign of madness. A rigid rule feels dull—until it saves your skin. - Profit is not a dirty word
Selling early isn’t betrayal; it’s strategy. Markets reward discipline, not diamond-hand bravado in every scenario. - The crowd isn’t always wrong, but it’s often late
By the time the masses hear about a “can’t-miss” coin, the early juice is squeezed. Find edges where noise is minimal. - Emotions tax your bottom line
Anxiety, greed, and relief—they’re invisible fees. Accept them, then act despite them.
Epilogue: Ashes of the falling trade
The coin never found its second wind. Maybe one day it will crawl back to glory; maybe not. Either way, Dami’s beach holiday budget is safe, and the lesson is tattooed on his trading psyche.
The name is Dami Fernandez, and this is his coin diary.
Advice: Do your own research and never invest more than you are ready to lose.
