Fox

Meet Fox

Fox is an anxious trader with ADHD, constantly battling the urge to throw his phone out the window. He's the guy who watches charts while others are living it up, convincing himself that skipping the night out is totally worth it because this coin is about to moon any second now.

Fox Is An ADHD Trader

While some traders are zen, calm, and collected, Fox is the complete opposite: He panics, overthinks, and hits the refresh button on charts like it’s his lifeline. His entire world revolves around Telegram alerts, meme coins, and random Twitter shills; but no matter what he does, Fox has a knack for arriving just after the pump, only to be perfectly on time for the dump.

When he finally catches a pump, Fox feels like a god—until he realizes he’s only gained a few bucks. “Just hold on a little longer,” he tells himself, glancing over at his girlfriend, who’s trying to show him her latest TikTok dance. The moment Fox hits sell, it’s like he’s just dodged a bullet. “Take that, market! I’ll spend this money on more meme coins and maybe a new gaming chair!”

When Fox Buys

How He Buys

Picture this: Fox is at a supermarket, and BAM—he gets an alert about a new coin. Suddenly, his heart starts racing. The Telegram is buzzing with “BUY NOW!” messages, and before he can even take a breath, he’s slamming his thumb on the buy button. The moment he buys, Fox feels like a god. He tells himself, "This is it - this one’s going to the moon!” He starts picturing himself buying Lambos and sailing on his yacht in the south of France.

It Makes Him Anxious

But then reality hits. He checks the price five minutes later, and—oh no—it’s already down 20%. His vision blurs. Fox starts pacing around the store, refreshing every 10 seconds, hoping for a miracle recovery. He jumps back to Telegram where everyone’s spamming rocket emojis, pretending everything’s fine.

And Then He Does It Again

Fox’s mind starts racing: Should he buy more? Should he sell? Maybe he’ll hold... Spoiler: he doesn’t hold. Suddenly, his anxiety turns his trading desk into a casino, where he’s betting his rent money on memes and Elon Musk tweets.

When Fox Sells

He Overthinks The Sell

Now it's time for Fox to sell, and this is where things get interesting. After hours of panicking, pacing, and convincing himself that he’ll never financially recover, he hits the sell button. Instantly, he feels a brief sense of calm. "Okay, I’m safe now," he tells himself, like someone who just escaped a burning building.

It Moons After He Sells

Two minutes later, Twitter’s on fire. “BREAKOUT!” people scream, and there it is—the coin Fox just sold is pumping harder than ever. He watches in horror as his ex-coin skyrockets 200% in real-time. The group chats are going wild, and Fox is sitting there, staring at his screen, feeling like he just sold his soul for pocket change. “It’s fine,” he tells himself, “It’s just money, right?” Yeah, just money. And now Fox is the guy who sold before the next Dogecoin. Great job, Fox.

He Instantly Regrets It

Two hours later, Fox is still sitting there, staring at the chart as the price goes vertical, his soul leaving his body. Twitter is on fire with people celebrating gains, and here he is—the guy who sold two seconds before the pump. It’s like he has a superpower, but instead of making money, he’s making everyone else rich. Fox is the human stop-loss—guaranteed to trigger a pump the second he’s out. You’re welcome, world.

Fox Is Me, Fox Is You

At night, Fox dreams of owning mansions, cruising in Lambos, and partying on yachts. In his fantasies, he's living the high life, popping champagne on a private jet. But when he wakes up, it’s always the same. The dream evaporates, leaving behind nothing but the harsh glow of his screen and another anxious trade.

We're All Fox

Fox is me, Fox is you. We’re all slaves to our Telegram notifications, Twitter pumps, and those sweet, sweet Discord insiders who never quite deliver. We’ve all been there, refreshing charts at 3 a.m., hoping to catch a glimpse of green only to be slapped by a sea of red. We live for those “to the moon” tweets but end up stranded in financial hell.

We’ve all bought late, sold early, and FOMO'd into projects just because someone with a million followers tweeted about it. We get rugged, we cope, and we come back for more. Because deep down, we know that one day—just one day—we’ll catch the wave. Until then, we’re just a bunch of anxious Foxes, jumping from pump to pump, wondering why we do this to ourselves.