enqAI is a cult 𒀭
Traders come, traders go.
KOLs get paid, and KOLs move on.
But a strong and loyal community? That’s a rare breed.
Of the first 20 (out of 4500) Telegram members, 19 are still in there.
One got arrested in Thailand for reasons we can never talk about, but rumors say it involved a false visa, a chicken, and a suitcase full of soap.
One still owes us 350 bucks for bribing some shady DEXTools “insider,” who turned out to be a Microsoft helpdesk employee from Mumbai. He has promised to pay us back, “right after the next pump, bro, I swear.”
One had his house burn down—tragically—but still managed to livestream it, shouting “to the moon” as the flames took everything except his hardware wallet.
One has been relentlessly sending Risitas stickers for two straight years, and we’ve started to suspect he’s a meme oracle from the future.
And one—without fail—logs in every day just to remind everyone, “I’m holsding ENKIS,” as a sacred mantra.
The rest? They never stopped worshipping ancient Sumerian deities. Every night, they light virtual candles, red and green, whispering cuneiform prayers to the Dingir, hoping the gods will bring them a bull run.
enqAI is a cult.
We don’t trade. We transcend.