Summary of what differentiates $GDEX to our competitors
1. Much better pricing, true pricing. Most others still struggling with their pricing oracles
2. 50% cheaper fees
3. They have much less markets than us and worse pricing oracles. < 100 markets for them. >10K for us.
4. Pool LP providers earn more fees than anyone else. Close to 80% of fees going to Pool providers.
5. We have our own 22 propriatery Indices built on Nasdaq, S&P 500 and Dow Jones for TCG cards, they have a few.
6. We offer multipel TCG games like Pokemon, One Piece, MTG, our competitors offer only Pokemon.
7. WE ACTUALLY HAVE A GOOD BRAND! We have a name that is synonymous with all TCG!
Gachadex! That is a winning brand name!
As the platform has developed at Gacha speed already we have given our LP a boost
Also unbeaten APY for anyone looking to contribute 💹
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We've introduced an additional 7 propriety TCG indexes 💹
Unsure which card to long or short?
Now you can have exposure to a range of cards in one single trade
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tcg trading update...
put this on yesterday and it's up
there's definitely something here and with Arthur hayes calling solana:CARDSccUMFKoPRZxt5vt3ksUbxEFEcnZ3H2pd3dKxYjp today then it's worth being positioned
backing $GDEX all the way here
60k is undervalued af for the tech and non stop shipping
we built our own propriatery Indices for $GDEX
All "TCG indices" are just a number someone made up And use bad data.
We looked around for what to use Found nothing
So we built three of our own — modeled on the Dow Jones, S&P 500, and Nasdaq
Sneak preview of how they look
Trade TCG perps with the lowest flat fee out there
Wanna long Charizard or short Mew ? You can up to 20x leverage
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GachaDex 2.0 is here!
You asked, we shipped...
— A full redesign and a lot more underneath
— New brand, new interface, rebuilt landing. Cleaner, faster, built to trade.
— A full card screener: sort the whole market by Volume, Gainers, Losers, filter by rarity, flip JPY on for the Japanese market.
— Same core: long or short, up to 20×, real USDC on Solana.
GachaDex 2.0 👉 https://t.co/jBdO3bhN3k
I wake up strapped to a metal chair in a dark concrete room. My head pounds, my mouth is dry, and across from me sits DJ Shipley, smiling.
“Good, you’re awake.”
I start struggling against the restraints. “Release me, I DON’T KNOW YOOR PRATISCORE, get me out of here.”
He shakes his head. “No.”
He picks up a Mk.18 with a Hydra Mount. “No…” I whisper, watching the stock rise higher and higher until it’s practically touching his collarbone.
I start screaming. “DJ NO! YOU DON’T HAVE TO DO THIS!”
The buff medium shirt wearing guards pin my shoulders down as DJ slowly shoulders the rifle. “Observe proper technique.”
DJ places the base point of his Magpul CTR to high on his shoulder
I let out a cry that can only be described as primal. “No, Not like that!
He ignores me. The guards laugh. One throws up from witnessing the stock placement. Another crosses himself. DJ sets the rifle down and I think the nightmare is over.
It isn’t.
He picks up a pistol with a red dot. I close my eyes and beg. He looks directly into them, then into my soul, and says: “When using a red dot, simply focus on the dot.”
I begin convulsing. “You focus on the TARGET! THE TARGET DJ! THE TARGET!”
He leans in. “I can’t hear you.”
For days the torture continues improper stock placement, HYDRA discussions, not a single mention of a shot timer. Every morning I wake up hoping it was a dream. Every morning DJ walks back in and subjects me to such barbarity.
Eventually I notice the guards have stopped watching me. They’re too busy arguing amongst themselves about whose setup is more optimized, neither realizing they’ve been having the same conversation for six straight hours. I spot my chance and slip free. Nobody notices.
I grab my BCM 12.5 inch, with Arisaka light mount to a Streamlight WML, Aimpoint T2 without magnifier & GIZMØ GLÏDÈR sling. I know most gun battles happen under 50 yards so this set up is optimized, I then sprint through the facility as alarms blare. Behind me: “HE’S ESCAPING! STOP HIM!” then, a beat later “TARGET IS NOT RUNNING A HYDRA MOUNT, BE ADVISED”
Fools, don’t they know the standard optic height is the best one? I burst through the front doors.
Outside, America has changed. Everyone’s a gay liberal. GBRS was part of the elite propaganda group to make everyone’s shooting technique slightly wrong. Gun culture eroded, nobody knows how to properly see a buttock. Red-dot acquisition is slightly slower. Over the generations, Split times were in shambles, practiscore’s nonexistent. Men were weak and the global homo agenda took advantage of it. This was now a conquered nation.
I dropped to my knees. My scream echoed across the once glorious republic. Why am I here, just to suffer? As I sunk into my own black pill, as I lost all hope, I heard a voice from behind me “you’re gonna give up that easily? I don’t think you’re cut out for my class.” I looked over my shoulder, noticed, who stood before me…
Ben?
-Fin-
I read that the baby aborted for having Down syndrome by the YouTuber and his wife yesterday was done so when she was half way through her pregnancy, so I am going to describe in graphic detail what aborting a second trimester baby looks like. Read on at your own discretion.
At 21 weeks the baby is a fully formed miniature human being roughly 10 to 11 inches long from crown to rump weighing about three quarters to one pound. His skin is thin and translucent but covered in fine lanugo hair. He has distinct fingerprints eyelids that can open and close and functioning senses. He can hear your voice and external sounds taste the amniotic fluid and respond to touch. His heart beats strongly. You could feel it if you pressed a hand to the mothers belly. Lungs are developing with practice breaths and he kicks stretches turns and sucks his thumb in the womb. Viability outside the womb is possible with intensive neonatal care in modern hospitals. Many 21 week preemies survive with medical intervention.
A typical 21 week abortion is performed via dilation and evacuation. The process begins by forcibly dilating the mothers cervix over hours or days using laminaria or medications which causes cramping and pain as the body is prepared to expel the child. Then under ultrasound guidance in many cases the abortionist inserts forceps through the birth canal into the uterus.
The baby often still alive and moving is grasped limb by limb. The abortionist twists and pulls tearing off arms and legs one at a time while the child recoils and struggles inside the womb. The smaller bones snap like twigs the joints dislocate with audible pops under the instruments. Blood and amniotic fluid mix as the torso is wrenched apart. The spine is crushed or snapped. Finally the skull is gripped collapsed with the forceps sometimes after being pierced and the brain suctioned out to make removal easier and the remains are extracted piece by piece. The abortionist then reassembles the body parts on a tray to ensure nothing hands feet torso fragments is left inside to cause infection. The mother’s uterus is scraped clean with a curette.
This is not a procedure on tissue. It is the deliberate piecemeal dismemberment of a baby who can feel pain. Fetal pain receptors and neural pathways are active by this stage who reacts defensively to the invasion and whose only crime is existing. The mother carrying this child in her body for nearly five months feeling his movements, knowing his sex, and seeing his ultrasounds chooses to have him torn apart inside her. And in this disgusting case of psychopathic narcissism “for his own good”. She schedules the appointment consents to the crushing and extraction, rests peacefully while her baby is tortured to death because he wasn’t perfect enough for her, and she walks away while the baby’s tiny mutilated body is discarded in a “medical waste” sink to be sent for incineration.
Many women later describe the visceral aftermath. The sudden cessation of kicks the hormonal crash the haunting knowledge that they authorized the destruction of their own baby’s body. It is an act of profound betrayal by the very person biologically wired to protect that life. If the image of a tiny writhing child being methodically ripped apart limb from limb by cold metal tools then sucked or scraped from its mother’s womb does not disgust you regarding the “woman’s choice”, then the propaganda worked on your weak, pathetic soul.