Lost my funds due to Binance's unfair risk-control glitch.
During the sharp market drop, Binance locked my account with "reduceOnly", completely stripping away my right to add margin or hedge to save my position. The second my position was fully liquidated, the restriction magically vanished, and support told me "risk resolved".
This isn't risk control; it's a forced liquidation trap. I have full screen-recordings as undeniable proof.
Here is my diss track 《The Scythe in the Code》 dedicated to Binance. We demand a fair explanation。
@cz_binance@heyibinance@richardteng@BinanceHelpDesk@binance@ZachXBT@cobie@crypto_bengal@whale_alert@WatcherGuru@WuBlockchain@saylor@novogratz@APompliano@pmarca@cdixon@BarrySilbert
币安!世界第一交易所!币安的高管请看一下视屏,我想问“赵老板的私人波音,是不是缺钱加油了,连我这种小人物都去杀”你们的客服人员,也是那么的硬气。你们只需要说“是的,我们币安世界第一,干死一个少一个”我无话可说。
我被币安杀猪了,我从apple store进入币安!我有录屏为证,它不是假的app,我买24小时的涨幅榜第一的币,买入后开始亏损,不给我补仓和反向购买! 然后我找客服 ,当我亏损后,客服可以继续交易了!我问客服,客服说是风控!第一:风控你们为什么24小时的榜首一直是这个第二:为什么我买入亏钱(我无怨言)但是你们只准平仓不准自我的救赎,第三:说这个票有风险为什么一直在榜首!我很不明白,为什么风控,我之前可以买卖,亏损后不准自我救赎,只准平仓。
我先上传一个短的视屏。我有一个长达1个小时的视屏,你们币安那么大的公司,居然欺负我这种小人物。那么多大客你们不去干!
@heyibinance@_RichardTeng@BinanceHelpDesk@binance@binancezh@WuBlockchain@wublockchain12@RachelConlan@zachxbt Binance malicious risk control locked my account during high volatility, causing liquidations. I have video proof.
《The Scythe in the Code (The 1200U Absurdist Play)》
In this glittering crypto empire,
Robbery doesn’t require a mask, just a single line of code.
1200 dollars bought me a ticket to see their absolute bottom.
Since they won't listen to reason, let’s admire this "elegant" heist today.
Sitting high on the 24-hour volume list, what a polished bait you cast,
I entered with hard-earned cash, only to become a sitting duck for your amusement.
At the critical moment of the flash crash, your "risk control" arrived right on cue,
The freezing "reduceOnly" on the screen, a mere euphemism to cover up your gangster logic.
No margin allowed, no hedging permitted, stripping away my every right to self-rescue,
In your backend rules, retail traders are meant to be bound hand and foot.
This isn’t a free trading market; it’s a precision-targeted slaughterhouse,
1200U swallowed whole by your code, leaving absolutely nothing behind.
Tell me, Your Excellency, how do you manipulate black and white with such calm composure?
Using the most high-sounding excuses to execute the most disgraceful deeds!
Locking the doors when it crashes, then claiming "risk resolved" the second the account is wiped,
Your art of distorting reality is truly masterclass, a seamless connection!
My 1200 dollars of hard-earned money feeds your suit-and-tie arrogance,
And the fox-like posture of your support staff pushes this absurdist play to its peak!
Seeking justice from customer service, only to crash into a wall of cold machines,
Screens flooded with copy-paste, packed with beautiful words of deflection.
"You can trade normally once you're liquidated"—what a legendary, classic piece of logic!
So your risk control only stays active until my principal hits absolute zero?
The champagne in your billionaire jet is brewed entirely from the tears of retail traders,
Packaging a daylight robbery into the noble defense of market justice.
What a pure, innocent lotus flower you pretend to be,
Bullying the little guy, yet performing it with such luxury, grace, and flawless prestige.
Tell me, Your Excellency, how do you manipulate black and white with such calm composure?
Using the most high-sounding excuses to execute the most disgraceful deeds!
Locking the doors when it crashes, then claiming "risk resolved" the second the account is wiped,
Your art of distorting reality is truly masterclass, a seamless connection!
My 1200 dollars of hard-earned money feeds your suit-and-tie arrogance,
And the fox-like posture of your support staff pushes this absurdist play to its peak!
I will no longer throw insults, for you cannot discuss ice with summer insects, and rotten wood cannot be carved.
Consider this 1200U as my contribution to the funeral of your decaying reputation.
The minutes of screen-recordings in my hand will be nailed to your pillar of shame,
Let’s see how many more years your empire built on quicksand can keep putting on this arrogant show!
@star_okx 最大的boss,我2014年注的okex,
还记得当年买okex发币的那晚!我在网吧疯狂买的!请您来欣赏币安之歌
《The Scythe in the Code (The 1200U Absurdist Play)》No.1“biance” 牛Bi…
In this glittering crypto empire,
Robbery doesn’t require a mask, just a single line of code.
1200 dollars bought me a ticket to see their absolute bottom.
Since they won't listen to reason, let’s admire this "elegant" heist today.
Sitting high on the 24-hour volume list, what a polished bait you cast,
I entered with hard-earned cash, only to become a sitting duck for your amusement.
At the critical moment of the flash crash, your "risk control" arrived right on cue,
The freezing "reduceOnly" on the screen, a mere euphemism to cover up your gangster logic.
No margin allowed, no hedging permitted, stripping away my every right to self-rescue,
In your backend rules, retail traders are meant to be bound hand and foot.
This isn’t a free trading market; it’s a precision-targeted slaughterhouse,
1200U swallowed whole by your code, leaving absolutely nothing behind.
Tell me, Your Excellency, how do you manipulate black and white with such calm composure?
Using the most high-sounding excuses to execute the most disgraceful deeds!
Locking the doors when it crashes, then claiming "risk resolved" the second the account is wiped,
Your art of distorting reality is truly masterclass, a seamless connection!
My 1200 dollars of hard-earned money feeds your suit-and-tie arrogance,
And the fox-like posture of your support staff pushes this absurdist play to its peak!
Seeking justice from customer service, only to crash into a wall of cold machines,
Screens flooded with copy-paste, packed with beautiful words of deflection.
"You can trade normally once you're liquidated"—what a legendary, classic piece of logic!
So your risk control only stays active until my principal hits absolute zero?
The champagne in your billionaire jet is brewed entirely from the tears of retail traders,
Packaging a daylight robbery into the noble defense of market justice.
What a pure, innocent lotus flower you pretend to be,
Bullying the little guy, yet performing it with such luxury, grace, and flawless prestige.
Tell me, Your Excellency, how do you manipulate black and white with such calm composure?
Using the most high-sounding excuses to execute the most disgraceful deeds!
Locking the doors when it crashes, then claiming "risk resolved" the second the account is wiped,
Your art of distorting reality is truly masterclass, a seamless connection!
My 1200 dollars of hard-earned money feeds your suit-and-tie arrogance,
And the fox-like posture of your support staff pushes this absurdist play to its peak!
I will no longer throw insults, for you cannot discuss ice with summer insects, and rotten wood cannot be carved.
Consider this 1200U as my contribution to the funeral of your decaying reputation.
The minutes of screen-recordings in my hand will be nailed to your pillar of shame,
Let’s see how many more years your empire built on quicksand can keep putting on this arrogant show!