Dear Mom,
Today marks the 5th night in a row we’ve been holed up below the 200EMA. Although the bears stopped their relentless selling a couple days ago, most of us HODLers are still sell-shocked. For some, millions in fiat have been wiped from their balance sheets. We still don’t know what happened to the permabulls, no one expected they were going to abandon us at the 100EMA. Charlie spotted a couple longhorns making some short runs in the last couple days; we can only pray they’re enough to pull us out of our 200EMA foxhole. Rumor is some institutional wannabe cowboys were bringing a tractor-trailer full of steers, but you know how rumors go. Last I heard they’re still rallying behind their chief-of-the-moment Giancarlo, building up liquid courage.
There is ray of hope: For the first time in 11 days, we might close over the 7EMA today or maybe tomorrow, fleeting though it might be. The soothing rain it brings might cool this scorched earth and let us breathe a little more freely.
Some of the guys are most worried about crossing no man’s land between the 200EMA and 100EMA. One step at a time, I told them: first let’s lumber over the 200EMA. On our way, if we’re lucky, in a week or less we might gain some air support from the 30EMA. If things are calm enough, we’ll make a break straight for the relative safety of the 100EMA wall. Here’s hoping none of us will be mauled to death on the way.
Over that 100EMA wall are hot showers and satellite phones to our families and food, REAL food. It’s disgusting, I hate to admit, but I’ve seen some of the guys eating shitcoins to survive. I heard Bitconnect killed a whole platoon, while Ripple made half our unit sick to their stomach. The guys fueling up on Monero won’t tell us how they feel and honestly I just can’t read them. Litecoin has sustained many with just mild indigestion, but ever since Charlie traded his whole stash for some secret deal with an unknown rancher, a lot of the guys just don’t trust it anymore. No one wants to talk about BeeCrash since, you know, the Big Betrayal. And Ethereum. I don’t even want to talk about Ethereum. What little stomach contents I have just surged into my mouth a little.
Once we’re out, we pray to Karhu we won’t have to make a mad dash back to our 200EMA foxhole. If the bears bring even more leverage we might have to dig even deeper.
If the coast is clear we’ll make a mad dash to the 100EMA. I’ll call you then, Mom, I promise. If we get some long-awaited shore-leave far above the 100EMA, I’ll come visit straight away. Meanwhile, I’ll try and write again soon.
Love,
P.S. Send more of those lightning-nodes. They were tasty, but not nearly enough to sustain me.