Grandpa Tom’s Wild Bitcoin Meltdown
Gather ’round, folks, because this is the story of Grandpa Tom — the crusty old candlestick with a heart of wax and a head full of stubbornness. He ran a little candy store, but let’s be honest, he spent more time yelling at charts than he did selling sweets. His favorite candy? “Bitcoin Bullion Bars.” He just couldn’t stop telling his customers to “Buy Bitcoin!” — like it was the cure for all life’s problems.
But oh boy, things went south faster than a melted popsicle on a hot day.
The Downward Spiral
One fateful week, Grandpa Tom was in his back room, staring at his TradingView chart with eyes as wide as saucers. He watched Bitcoin drop like a sack of potatoes from 108K to 97K. Every time it took another dive, he just gave a little head nod and grunted, “Yep, it’s going lower…” like a man resigned to his fate.
He got so frustrated, his wax nearly melted. He thought, “Maybe some YouTuber knows something I don’t!” So, off he went to YouTube, looking for a glimmer of hope. But instead of hope, all he found were bloodbaths. Red charts everywhere. Every YouTube video was like a horror movie titled: “Bitcoin’s Demise: Part 47.”
Grandpa Tom lost it. He pounded his keyboard with his stubby little wick-fingers and went on a comment section rampage.
• “You’re all a bunch of liars!”
• “This is a setup!”
• “You’re trying to scare the world into selling so YOU can load up your bags!”
At this point, even his flame flickered in rage. He was like an old man shaking his fist at clouds, except the clouds were YouTubers in hoodies.
A Temporary Exit
Realizing he was about to pop a gasket, Grandpa Tom called his buddy, Bullish Harami — a candlestick known for his calm demeanor and slightly annoying optimism.
“Hey, Bullish,” he grumbled, “I need you to watch the shop for a week. I’ve got… business to take care of.”
Bullish Harami raised an eyebrow. “Business? You mean like… actual business?”
“Don’t ask questions!” Tom snapped, and off he went.
When the customers asked, “Where’s Grandpa Tom?” Bullish Harami shrugged and said, “He’s handling some very important… stuff.”
The Wall Street Meltdown
Turns out, Grandpa Tom’s “business” took him straight to Wall Street in New York City. He stomped into the New York Stock Exchange, muttering about institutions, dark pools, and conspiracies. His little wax feet left trails on the marble floors.
“Where’s the person responsible for Bitcoin’s collapse?!” he shouted, shaking his wick in fury. Traders turned to stare. Someone whispered, “Is that a… candlestick?”
Security tried to calm him down, but Grandpa Tom was having none of it. “You’re all in on it! You and your fancy suits and your dark pools! You’ve ruined Bitcoin! RUINED IT!”
Finally, after he accused a janitor of being a “market manipulator,” security had enough. They kicked him out, with Grandpa Tom shouting, “I’LL BE BACK WHEN BITCOIN HITS $1 MILLION!”
The Reflection
As he stood outside, staring at the towering buildings of Wall Street, Grandpa Tom’s mind was still spinning. He muttered to himself, “Dark pools… smart money… whales… maybe I should’ve just sold candy bars and stayed out of this.”
But deep down, he knew he’d never give up. He’d be back in his shop, still telling his customers to buy Bitcoin — because no matter how many times it fell, Grandpa Tom believed it would rise again.
And if it didn’t? Well, he’d probably blame the New York Stock Exchange again… or maybe the squirrels in his backyard.
Because that’s just Grandpa Tom for you — a stubborn old candlestick with a flame that refuses to go out.