My Web3 Odyssey Begins—the story so far…
Shipwrecks, Suspensions, and the Quill That Survived

Odysseus had sirens.
I had Elon’s suspension hammer. Airdrop ghosts. Memecoin wrecks.
Here’s how I washed ashore—not as a victim, but a scribe.

🏺 Shipwreck 1: The Airdrop Sirens.
Wrote threads shilling empty tokens.
Grew fast—until the first suspension.
Lesson: Virality without value is a rope that hangs you.

🏺 Shipwreck 3: The Perp Storm.
Leveraged trades on narratives I didn’t understand.
Margin called my dignity.
Lesson: If you can’t explain it in ink, don’t bet your copper.

🏺 Shipwreck 4: Elon’s Suspension Cyclops.
Lost my home mid-thread. No appeal. No home.
Lesson: Centralized platforms break; decentralized stories don’t.
Thus I sought refuge in Warpcast's abode.

🏺 The Weapon That Remained: My Lone Quill 🐺🪶
No tokens. No leverage. Just parchment and a voice honed in chaos.
Now I document and weave Web3 culture tales in EdTech, media, and identity—where value outlasts volatility.

Your Turn 🎤 
What’s your Web3 shipwreck?
🪶 Rug-pulled?
🪶 Suspended?
🪶 Liquidated?
Reply with your tale. I’ll turn the best into a survivor’s guide.

Epilogue: Ithaca is a Mirror
The real journey?
Unmasking the mercenary in yourself.
Now I write past the wreckage.
Follow my #Web3Odyssey to see how.
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🏺 Shipwreck 2: The Memecoin Kraken.
FOMO’d into cats and dog-themed coins.
Watched 80% sink in a day.
Lesson: The market eats mercenaries. Historians outlast them.