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The Sui ecosystem, a realm of digital utopias, will host the Taipei Builders’ Demo Day at National Taiwan University on 4th January 2026. It will showcase innovative DeFi and Web3 projects, where developers will present their applications to judges and attendees, all while secretly plotting to replace traditional finance with a blockchain-based dystopia. 🌐💸

Our protagonist, Mr. Salame, has taken to the stage with a tale that would make even the most seasoned playwright raise an eyebrow. He claims that federal prosecutors, rather than donning their detective hats, opted for a spotlight on certain individuals, almost as if they were casting for a theatrical production. Why, he alleges, was he unfairly targeted for his Republican campaign contributions while the Democratic donations of his fellow executive, Mr. Bankman-Fried, breezed by like a summer zephyr?

The big boss at Bitfarms, Ben Gagnon, declared that these sweet deals mean they’re lookin’ at a couple of years’ worth of cash flow to toss into their North American adventures-more power, more AI, more money- like a squirrel hoarding acorns for winter while humming a tune. 🌰🤖

My dear, the numbers don’t lie! Dexter has usurped Coinbase’s throne, becoming the belle of the x402 ball since December 11, according to the ever-reliable Hashed Official. And let’s not forget the South Korean venture fund’s data, which places Dexter a mere 14 million transactions behind Base. Close enough to smell the champagne, wouldn’t you say? 🥂

Gone are the days of moon-lambs and diamond-hands chants! Now, the buzzwords are “regulation,” “infrastructure,” and “economic use”-as thrilling as watching a beaver build a dam, but allegedly revolutionary. Coinbase’s 2026 Crypto Market Outlook insists this is progress. Sure, Jan.

As the year 2025 drew to a close, Bitcoin’s rally proved as reliable as a teapot in a storm, leaving bulls clutching their charts and muttering about “market sentiment.” The prophets of yore, with their grandiose proclamations, now find themselves in the peculiar position of having been spectacularly, amusingly, tragically wrong. 🐂💥

Behold, the monthly chart, a parchment of doom, foretells the formation of a macro bottom near $25,000 in the year 2026. The analyst, ever the optimist, remarks that history, that fickle mistress, rhymes with deep retracements, which are but long-term accumulation zones. “This is not the end,” he says, “but the reset before the next expansion-assuming, of course, the universe doesn’t implode first.” 🌌

This recovery began in the upper $2.80s, where ICP gathered strength like a petty official plotting revenge, constructing higher lows before storming the psychological fortress of $3.00 (according to CoinDesk Research’s “technical analysis,” a phrase as reliable as a Petersburg weather forecast).

The open interest, that elusive sum of unsettled futures contracts, now towers at 13.58 billion DOGE, a monument to the folly of those who dare to bet on the whims of a meme. What is this but the modern-day equivalent of gambling with dice in a Siberian gulag? 🎲

Analysts, those sagekeepers of the blockchain forest, shrugged like coyotes at dusk. “Exchange ledgers might bare bones,” they mused, “but poetry in the red ledger doesn’t mean gold in the market.”