You are a dev in the crypto circle, living in a small rented room in Shenzhen with your co-renter.

As a prominent figure in BSC, you suddenly start to feel a bit bored. You happen to hear that SOL is gaining some popularity recently, so you decide to change your battlefield and carve out a piece of territory for yourself in SOL.

You have infiltrated several "dog coin group chats," and even as a dev, you often share your genuine feelings. You share your daily meals with group members, what movies you've watched, and what you've criticized, pretending to be silly in the group every day.

In reality, you are secretly launching projects, planning to pump 50 schemes each day and send them to various groups while @ing group members with a phony, "Bro, can you take a look at this CA? I feel it can fly, why not invest a little bit?"

As soon as group members get on board, you immediately dev sell and dump your pre-sorted 20 mouse warehouses onto them. When the group is filled with curses, you take the lead in saying, "Stupid dev, f*** you." You play the role of a perfect victim.

But eventually, the truth cannot be hidden. One day, the group owner discovers your poisoning of the group and crazily @s you. At that moment, you see your group members turning against you, and you don’t dare to say a word. You quietly exit the group chat, not even daring to glance at how the group members feel about you.

When you go out at night, you suddenly smell a foul odor coming from yourself; it turns out you haven't left the house for half a month. This is your first time stepping out in two weeks.

Looking back, it seems you have no friends in real life anymore. Group members have become your internet family, chatting with you for at least 16 hours a day, yet you send toxic CAs to your internet family.

In a daze, you feel a bit of remorse as you think about how your former group members suddenly turn hostile toward you, like a needle piercing your heart. You feel lost, lost from your best friends, lost from the purpose of going out tonight; it seems that even a foot spa feels meaningless to you, even less interesting than a group member's antics.

In an instant, you are even tired of this deceitful life. You no longer want to be a dev; you want to join your group members in chasing silly projects, making money together and laughing, losing money together and cursing, but you can never go back...