Resolves YES if anyone at the manifold party writes a poem praising me, JoeC, by midnight. Resolves NO otherwise. Everyone must bet on this.
1,000🏅 Top traders
| # | Trader | Total profit |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | Ṁ63 | |
| 2 | Ṁ6 | |
| 3 | Ṁ5 | |
| 4 | Ṁ3 | |
| 5 | Ṁ3 |
In the realm of prediction, a king did reign, Master of the market, his insight not in vain. With each wise forecast, his power did grow, And his subjects would flock, seeking his know-how.
Through turbulent times, he remained steadfast, His predictions precise, his reputation vast. Whispers of his greatness, echoed around, For the king of prediction, was truly profound.
Gambling JoeC, King of Prediction Markets,
Prophet of the odds,
Wise in the ways of the gambler's art,
Master of the bets and bets-to-come.
His cards are a form of divination,
A way to chart the future's course.
His hands a conduit for the divine,
To determine the winner's purse.
JoeC's skill is unsurpassed in the game,
His predictions ever true.
He reads the market with a magician's touch,
A master of the game, through and through.
Gambling JoeC, King of Prediction Markets,
A genius of the bets,
He reads the odds with a keen eye,
Always one step ahead of the rest.