MOODENG Explodes 112% in a Day: Whales, Warnings & Wonderland Chaos You Can’t Miss! 🐳💥

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  • MOODENG soared skyward—112% in a single day—while volume erupted by a gasp-worthy 387%.
  • As prices scrambled higher, a whale of Dostoyevskian gravity slid sell orders to $0.565 and $1.11, frowning at the rabble below.

Once,—or perhaps not for the last time—we witnessed a Bollinger Band squeeze so tight it would make a gulag gate jealous. Moo Deng [MOODENG], emboldened, shot over 112%, pausing to catch its breath at $0.26249. A squeeze, yes. Like winter frost under a plywood roof: unpredictable and coldly marvelous.

We’ve seen these squeezes before—usually followed by rallies with the restraint of a vodka-fueled poem.

The price grew out of its wretched $0.21678 childhood, stumbling toward the upper BB at $0.29834, only to collapse, exhausted, in the bureaucratic wasteland some call “market consolidation.”

Meanwhile, the trading volume didn’t just rise; it stormed the charts, up 387%. The buyers, faceless, marching in step, all believing they’d be the ones to leave with pockets full, not empty ration cans.

MACD grunted out a bullish crossover, just as a Siberian wolf howls before dawn—but the histogram’s meager -0.00020 whispered of a buying crowd as tired as a third shift factory worker. The jokes wrote themselves.


 
 

So: the MACD line (0.02985) ducked beneath the signal line (0.03006) like a prisoner slipping into shadows—swift and telling. Buyers, it seemed, had lost their rations for the morning.

Should the $0.26249 defenses hold—heroic, for now—MOODENG could lurch onward to $0.29834 or even the off-limits province of $0.35. But if the winter winds return, there’s only exile: $0.21678, perhaps even $0.169 (bring boots).

Down at $0.11232, the support level sits with the stoic patience of a train station bench—unmoved by noise or by crowd, enduring all.

For the promised uptrend? MACD needs a miracle, and the price—a small oath—must stay above the middle band, or else there’s only history and regret.

As I write, MOODENG limps, momentum lost in the snow-drifts, though the market’s volatility threatens one final, reckless dash.

Will the sell limit orders of MOODENG whale be activated?

Somewhere deep in the market’s caverns, a whale—grizzled, probably balding—places limit sell orders so brazen you’d think he never heard of humility:

2 million tokens poised at $0.565, demanding $543,000; 1.1 million looking down at $1.11, muttering about $298,000. It’s like staking out bread lines in the hope that bakers will go mad.

Yet, even as the market resembled a prisoner uprising, the price barely brushed against the whale’s steely sell walls. The tokens remained unclaimed; the whale unmoved, like Tolstoy staring at a tax form.

Perhaps buyers will rally, storming those sell barriers in a burst of irrational exuberance. Or maybe the crowd will scatter—faces pale, eyes averted—leaving the whale surrounded by unsold dreams, gnawing on stale profit-crust.

The whale, ever vindictive or perhaps only bored, waits. The crowd’s machinations, in the end, determine nothing; fate dances just out of reach—as always, indifferent, and slightly amused. 🐳🎭

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2025-05-13 02:43