On Thursday at 13:37 UTC+2 timdaub.eth lobbed a single line into the Kiwi News Telegram: “Retiring this chat…”.  Write access vanished.  Hundreds of crypto-addled devotees pounded “send,” watching bubbles evaporate in read-only purgatory.  In that instant, marriages, trading tips, and decade-old memes froze in amber while group members screamed silently behind screens.

For years that same thread had been their improbable monastery.  Price-alerts sat next to wedding RSVPs; someone once crowdsourced a honeymoon entirely in Dogecoin.  The absurd alchemy of late-night shitposting and dead-serious research made the channel sacred—an unregulated derivatives market of human emotion, all gift-wrapped in Telegram stickers.