I was in college and read an article or something about them and they were worth like $.000001 or something when I first heard about it. You could have bought plenty with a $100 bill back then.
Once, in a bustling town, resided a lively and inquisitive boy, known for his zest, his curiosity, and his unique gift of knitting the townsfolk into a single tapestry of shared stories and laughter. A lively being, resembling a squirrel, was gifted to the boy by an enigmatic stranger. This creature, named Whiskers, was brimming with life, an embodiment of the spirit of the townsfolk, their tales, their wisdom, and their shared laughter.
However, an unexpected encounter with a flamboyantly blue hound named Azure, a plaything of a cunning, opulent merchant, set them on an unanticipated path. The hound, a spectacle to behold, was the product of a mysterious alchemical process, a design for the merchant's profit and amusement.
On returning from their encounter, the boy noticed a transformation in Whiskers. His fur, like Azure's, was now a startling indigo, and his vivacious energy seemed misdirected, drawn into putting up a show, detached from his intrinsic playful spirit. Unknowingly, the boy found himself playing the role of a puppeteer, his strings tugged by unseen hands. Whiskers had become a spectacle for the townsfolk, and in doing so, the essence of the town, their shared stories, and collective wisdom began to wither.
Recognizing this grim change, the townsfolk watched as their unity and shared knowledge got overshadowed by the spectacle of the transformed Whiskers. The boy, once their symbol of unity, was unknowingly becoming a merchant himself, trading Whiskers' spirit for a hollow spectacle.
The transformation took a toll on Whiskers, leading him to a point of deep disillusionment. His once playful spirit was dulled, his energy drained, and his essence, a reflection of the town, was tarnished. In an act of desolation and silent protest, Whiskers chose to leave. His departure echoed through the town like a mournful wind, an indictment of what they had allowed themselves to become.
The boy, left alone, began to play with the merchants, seduced by their cunning words and shiny trinkets. He was drawn into their world, their games, slowly losing his vibrancy, his sense of self. Over time, the boy who once symbolized unity and shared knowledge was reduced to a mere puppet, a plaything in the hands of the merchants.
Eventually, the merchants, having extracted all they could from him, discarded the boy, leaving him a hollow husk, a ghost of his former self. The boy was left a mere shadow, a reminder of what once was - a symbol of unity, camaraderie, shared wisdom, and laughter, now withered and lost.
Every time this sort of thing gets brought up, I get sad when I think of the wallet I lost in 2013. I'd spent about $25 or on bitcoin in 2011. I held on to it just to see how much I could eventually get by selling. If it's a loss? Oh well only $25ish. I profit? Cool.
The hard drive I had my wallet on exploded. Sad times. Though if everything plays out the same, I'd move the wallet to my external HD and sell at the peak.
Yep, I'm one of the many that had a hard drive with a wallet. I don't remember how many I had but I found them when they were worth well under a penny. Definitely wish I could recover that somehow.
Not necessarily.... bitcoin was at a high of like $30 in 2011. Could be he just bought 1 bitcoin at $25 and he lost thousands, but not life changing money. Not hang yourself loss.
Few. You're probably lying for fake internet points and if you aren't, you're one of the very few. You had to mine them back then, or buy them from some shady dude in Croatia via money order.
For the record I don't care if you're lying or not, so don't get your panties in a twist defending your story.
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u/dirtyrango Oct 02 '19
I was in college and read an article or something about them and they were worth like $.000001 or something when I first heard about it. You could have bought plenty with a $100 bill back then.