berachain

The group chat was on fire. Messages were flying in every second—

"Wen checker?"
"Is it live yet?"
"Bro, where’s the link?"
"Dev is sleeping or what?"

It was pure chaos. Some were spamming, some were coping, and a few were even threatening to FUD if the checker didn’t drop soon. I could almost feel the collective frustration through my screen.
Meanwhile, I just sat back, wrapped my hands around a warm cup of coffee, and took a slow sip. The rich aroma filled the air, the steam rising lazily into the dim morning light. The chaos in the chat felt distant, like watching a storm rage outside while being cozy indoors.
Every now and then, I glanced at the messages. Someone had just tagged the dev for the tenth time. Another guy was typing in all caps, demanding answers. I chuckled to myself—same script, different day.
I took another sip, feeling the warmth spread through me. Let them scream, let them rage. The checker would drop when it dropped. Until then, I had my coffee.