u/Technical-Clue-1877

I do not use any vpn, I have karma more than enough, but when I post something that includes description, it is being removed by reddit filters after 2 min I post it. This is weird. I got banned a week ago, but it was a mistake and reddit admins unbanned me. What should I do, my cqs is low btw.

Can we win the UCL? What do you guys think?

Quit wasting time following famous people and charts for insider signals and just join “Trump Gone Wild” or “TheBulls forum” in the dark web.

You’ll thank me later.

A few years ago, I started trading with a relatively small amount of money. I didn’t come from a finance background, and I made a lot of mistakes early on.

Over time, I got curious and decided to check the Dark Web to see if there was anything related to trading. There was. It was an ins. trading website, literally. There were people there who sold their information.

At first, I thought it was a scam. But I decided to give it a shot anyway. It seemed too good to be true. I paid $6,000 for the first piece of information, and it worked. I was shocked. 5x profit.

The rest is obvious. And NO, I won’t sell information.

I’m here to answer your questions.

Ask me anything.

Before I start writing, I want to warn you: this is not going to be yet another inspirational story. English is not my first language and I'm not very good writer to begin with, but I will do my best. I just had a few drinks watching the sea from my hotel room and felt like telling my story. Maybe I can touch a soul or two. Maybe I can anger another few. This is a shit show slop i will type without much thought or editing. Read per your own risk. You might regret it later :\] Most likely... too drunk

I grew up in a very well off middle class family. I graduated from a prestigious college over a decade ago. I started my dream job in the finance world right after graduation, thanks to family connections. I was that semi-nepo baby, destined to conquer the corporate ladder thanks to the superficial pushes from an uncle or two. But then reality hits. You are nobody - just another helping hand pushing the corporate wheel so your superiors can get richer and richer while you slave away your days. Not only that, but slowly you realize that you are just a pawn in a rigged game. They tell the narrative and you are meant to just follow and obey their orders. You are working for the winning side, but you are still a pawn. And when you ask for freedom of choice they tell you: "You are valuable to us, but now is not the time. Just wait...." 

Wait for what you stupid muppet? Wait until your best years run out? Until some shiny knight point at you and pick you from a crowd full of losers? Or you wait until your dick stops working? What the fuck are we waiting for? 

At first, I thought I was overthinking it. You start in finance believing in the basics: longs and shorts, risks and rewards. You want the world to make sense. You want your effort to matter. You want your logic and decisions to be rewarded. But it doesn’t work like that. Your hard work and sweat are cheap when the outcome is already fixed. You gain commission per transaction. That’s what you are. A fucking commission agent. A wannabe trader but an actual puppet in an arranged show.

So what are you going to do about it? Are you brave enough to change the narrative? Not really. You’re still a momma’s boy living the life someone projected for you, generation after generation.

But then depression hits. Addictions too. Money comes. Money goes. You want more from a life that has limits. You either stick with it and be ordinary until the end of your days or you grow some balls and show the middle finger to every single motherfucker who treated you like a pawn in a game you wanted to be king and maybe deserved to be one. Today you are the king. And a king makes plans. Quiet plans. Silent plans. Perfect plans. Execution... no chance for anyone to see what is coming for them. And it's coming. Baby it's coming. Your target is clear. Your goal is known. The plan is out there and for the first time in your life you are one step in front of them. You are chasing. They are running. 

You won. 

Dopamine hits. 

You are no longer a commission boy. You are the one writing their bill. 

Next time be smarter. Because some people finally learned how to play the game the right way in a wrong place. The proper way no matter how dark it is. And we are coming for you. Because the system is rigged. And we are going to re-arrange the rig. Fuck the numbers. Salute The.Bulls .

PS: kind of drunk sorry if my post doesnt make much sense, might delete it later when i sober up :D 

Feel free to ask anything though, i might answer while I'm at it. Speaking clearly: I'm just a finance bro who once upon a time had a really hard time but managed to find a way out. I didn't literally tried to "put a bullet in my head", but i did actually made an attempt to end things. With a different method than a bullet... I guess it's still a valid. End is End.

Before I start writing, I want to warn you: this is not going to be yet another inspirational story. English is not my first language and I'm not very good writer to begin with, but I will do my best. I just had a few drinks watching the sea from my hotel room and felt like telling my story. Maybe I can touch a soul or two. Maybe I can anger another few. This is a shit show slop i will type without much thought or editing. Read per your own risk. You might regret it later :] Most likely... too drunk

I grew up in a very well off middle class family. I graduated from a prestigious college over a decade ago. I started my dream job in the finance world right after graduation, thanks to family connections. I was that semi-nepo baby, destined to conquer the corporate ladder thanks to the superficial pushes from an uncle or two. But then reality hits. You are nobody - just another helping hand pushing the corporate wheel so your superiors can get richer and richer while you slave away your days. Not only that, but slowly you realize that you are just a pawn in a rigged game. They tell the narrative and you are meant to just follow and obey their orders. You are working for the winning side, but you are still a pawn. And when you ask for freedom of choice they tell you: "You are valuable to us, but now is not the time. Just wait...." 

Wait for what you stupid muppet? Wait until your best years run out? Until some shiny knight point at you and pick you from a crowd full of losers? Or you wait until your dick stops working? What the fuck are we waiting for? 

At first, I thought I was overthinking it. You start in finance believing in the basics: longs and shorts, risks and rewards. You want the world to make sense. You want your effort to matter. You want your logic and decisions to be rewarded. But it doesn’t work like that. Your hard work and sweat are cheap when the outcome is already fixed. You gain commission per transaction. That’s what you are. A fucking commission agent. A wannabe trader but an actual puppet in an arranged show.

So what are you going to do about it? Are you brave enough to change the narrative? Not really. You’re still a momma’s boy living the life someone projected for you, generation after generation.

But then depression hits. Addictions too. Money comes. Money goes. You want more from a life that has limits. You either stick with it and be ordinary until the end of your days or you grow some balls and show the middle finger to every single motherfucker who treated you like a pawn in a game you wanted to be king and maybe deserved to be one. Today you are the king. And a king makes plans. Quiet plans. Silent plans. Perfect plans. Execution... no chance for anyone to see what is coming for them. And it's coming. Baby it's coming. Your target is clear. Your goal is known. The plan is out there and for the first time in your life you are one step in front of them. You are chasing. They are running. 

You won. 

Dopamine hits. 

You are no longer a commission boy. You are the one writing their bill. 

Next time be smarter. Because some people finally learned how to play the game the right way in a wrong place. The proper way no matter how dark it is. And we are coming for you. Because the system is rigged. And we are going to re-arrange the rig. Fuck the numbers. Salute The.Bulls .

PS: kind of drunk sorry if my post doesnt make much sense, might delete it later when i sober up :D 

Feel free to ask anything though, i might answer while I'm at it. Speaking clearly: I'm just a finance bro who once upon a time had a really hard time but managed to find a way out. I didn't literally tried to "put a bullet in my head", but i did actually made an attempt to end things. With a different method than a bullet... I guess it's still a valid. End is End.

If someone is a part of TheBulls trading forum on the dark web or someone is trying to join it let me know.

I need to join.

If someone is a part of TheBulls trading forum on the dark web or someone is trying to join it let me know. I need to join.