Quote from: wizardee on August 09, 2015, 08:45:27 PM

Quote from: +EV on August 09, 2015, 08:41:32 PM

Quote from: disco987 on August 09, 2015, 08:30:50 PM

Relax,he is from bob rats Grin

https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=887185.msg9812693#msg9812693

https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=887185.msg9794110#msg9794110

https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=887185.msg9783796#msg9783796

Yeah, ask bob how much he likes me! You have no idea what I have done to bob. What I say on a public forum to him and what has gone on behind the scenes are two totally different things. Do you remember the BitBay shitstorm? Yeah, bob loves me!

Quote from: The Sound And Fury on December 17, 2014, 03:19:53 PM

There was a mole in the group.

We figured this out about halfway through XST. We were getting dumped into every time we pushed.

The worst part about the mole was not the information they stole, or the BTC they cost us, it was what they did to the fabric of the group. We were unable to root out the mole, and this changed everything.

The group chat had up until then been a rowdy, raucous free for all where Bob and the footsoldiers rubbed shoulders and smoked weed every day. Plays were discussed, strategies analyzed. Bob would hold forth on how to trade, how to make stacks. He would greet everyone with delight as they arrived. Bro! How you doin? You selling some? Dont be greedy man, put up some small sells every day. But most of the chat was way off topic. Real estate in South America. How to stop Isis. Profit margins in a pizza business. Nootropics. Tattoos. Every variety of sex known to or ever possibly performed by humans, including midget clowns. Especially midget clowns.

The chat was our dusty meeting place that we hurried to as soon as we switched on our computers each day. It was open all day on our phones at work. It was the last window closed before sleep at night. And upon awakening, we would scroll the hundreds of messages, hungry for everything we had missed out on while sleeping.

That all came to an end because of the mole. And because the chat was our very heart, it was the beginning of the end for the group.

Once we were aware there was a mole, strategy was rarely talked about in the chat. Group plays were no longer discussed among equals, they were passed down from on high, carefully filtered. Bob withdrew from the chat more and more.

This killed us. The foot soldiers missed Bob. We liked him a lot. We had gathered around closely whenever he was there. And now he was mostly gone.

We were increasingly without a leader. Pauls cool, cerebral style attracted some of the soldiers, but that could not fill the vacuum of Bob. The Salamander was even less suited to step in and lead. He was not a social animal like Bob. He was a quiet man, a fixer, a behind the scenes specialist.

But Bob did not see these things and trusted that somehow the group was being led. His mind was elsewhere. He was getting ready to leave for nearly a month on a trip and would not be back until just before the BitBay ICO. The Salamander was leaving the same day for Asia, where he would be coordinating preparations for BitBay. Bob asked Paul to hold the fort while he was gone.

no matter about bob he is not in cloak for sure & man just belive me there is no pump&dump shit in cloak, i know it for sure!

if you like this coin stay if not move to another shitcoin like lazi said.

BOB is in cloak wen he say s somthing he is out LOL (and have A lot of cloaks i think ) Grin