The site is gone.
The prize is not.

All Good Things Come To An End.

Hey legends.

After almost nine years of pure madness, caffeine overdoses and more red candles than any human should endure, it is time to turn the lights off. But before we do, grab a drink, get comfortable and let me tell you the whole stupid story straight from the idiots who lived it.

It all started in 2017. JRK was visiting Sydney with the better half. Instead of playing tourist like a normal person, he locked himself in a living room for nine straight days. Zero high-end programming skills. Just Siemens PLC code, some HTML, Quake 3 scripting and a bit of Pascal. He built the entire bot from scratch as one single terrifying, never-ending script. No functions. No classes. Just pure chaos and hope.

On June 10th at around 8:30 in the morning, the first order actually hit Poloniex servers. It somehow worked, albeit that the ATH of rising markets wasn’t overwritten, thus we started by selling for a loss. The very first name for this script was MR. ROIbot. And right there on that same day, d0d was already in the mix (he already knew infrastructure expert Darky, too). Greengras hooked us up with the very first server space, and the experienced algotrading coder Bloctite joined shortly after and basically saved our lives by rewriting the ENTIRE codebase (Python plus Cython, and currently basically bug-free). 1 idiot and 3 professionals with complementary skills, a host, and one big stupid dream. What could go wrong?

The reason it all started? JRK and d0d had just used another bot run by a scammer called fuzzyhobbit and thought nope. We are doing this the right way for everybody. That disrespect for the old banking system? Still burns to this day. And that is literally where Globally Supporting My Generation came from. An old friend’s group name was reused and suddenly became a mission. Give the power back to the little guy.

A little later, JRK got inspired by other crypto puzzles and spent two sloppy days throwing one together. Full of grammatical mistakes and zero polish. Sorry about the mental damage. That thing is still running, and we are keeping it alive. In 40 years, he might admit he forgot how to solve it himself. The torture continues. You are welcome.

The early days were absolutely mental. Within the first few days, we were already handling around 8 million dollars in value. The market analyser and trading engine we built back then were absolute beasts; they’ve been running nearly flawlessly ever since.

We wanted to offer a proper high-end portfolio management tool to the little guy at stupidly low prices. That was always the point. (And yes, now in 2026, AI can do the same thing in one shot if you’re a prompt genius with decent subscriptions and setups. Thanks for nothing, future.)

Here is the part nobody likes to say out loud. We never paid ourselves a single cent of salary in all these years. We had exactly one team dinner funded by GSMG. One. That is it. (Admittedly, it was a very nice dinner.) Every single subscription went straight into upgrades for Jeff Bezos’s wife’s latest mega yacht, and maybe even her youth.

We had some absolutely legendary moments together. Besides the community chat banter that still makes us cry laugh at 3 am. Boat rides with the first bunnies. Accidentally melting an exchange by ramping our API call limit parameter times one hundred (sorry again, lads).

Some of you lost money. We know the classic move. Coin moons → set the bot to 220% aggression at the top → coin dumps → blame the bot. Standard crypto rite of passage. But we also saw some of you catch beautiful flash crashes and turn minutes into multiple BTC. Those wins still make us giggle like little kids.

The ride was always about getting YOU rich. Hehe. We are not here for the money; we are here for the tech. Aren’t we all? We actually meant the first part.

So why are we stopping? To run a bot like this in 2026, you need a ridiculous amount of compute. Our market analyser is a proper cruncher which deals with big data, all on the fly. It crunches numbers every microsecond, year in year out. To stay competitive, it costs a fortune. The whole setup only really makes financial sense for the big whales and UHNWIs on the highest tier. Running these calculations for the shrimps is literally killing us financially. The other subscription levels are not enough to keep it +EV. We tried. We crunched the numbers until our eyes hurt. Time to be honest and do the inevitable.

We try to be a bit ghostly, but we are definitely not ghosting you. The dashboard stayed open for a few days for history retrieval. All funds from the last 6 weeks were returned. Your personal data was kept to bank security grade standards — it was deleted and was never included in any sale.