Prestamista de criptomonedas Babel sigue a Celsius congelando retiros
Como signo de una profunda crisis en la comunidad de las criptomonedas, Babel Finance se ha convertido en el segundo mayor prestamista de activos digitales que esta semana decide congelar los retiros de fondos de su sistema, explicando a sus clientes que en estos momentos está presentando “presiones de liquidez inusuales”, a medida que lucha con el declive reciente que afronta el mercado.
“El mercado de las criptodivisas ha visto mayores fluctuaciones, y algunas instituciones en la industria han experimentado eventos que conducen a riesgos”. Son algunas de las palabras que pueden leerse en el sitio web oficial de la compañía. Las noticias se dieron a conocer luego de que justo unos días antes de que Celsius Network, otra plataforma de préstamos pausara sus retiros, intercambios y transferencias.
Mientras, una publicación en la cuenta de Twitter hecha esta semana por Three Arrows Capital, un fondo de capitales de riesgos en criptomonedas, elevó las preocupaciones sobre los problemas financieros de la empresa, incrementanto el sentimiento de estrés. El descenso actual del mercado ha enviado a las criptodivisas a una capitalización por debajo de $1 billón estando el año pasado en $3 billones.
Un vocero en Babel comentó al portal de noticias Bloomberg que el equipo ha enfrentado “algo de presión” y que “están trabajando en ello”. El pasado mes de mayo, Babel alcanzó una valoración de $2 mil millones en una ronda de financiación con inversores que a Jeneration Capital y 10T. El sitio web de Babel incluye a Sequoia Capital y Tiger Global como sus actuales inversores.
La firma se encuentra entre los mayores proveedores a instituciones de activos criptográficos, de acuerdo a recientes declaraciones de prensa. Esta empresa maneja cerca de 500 clientes y limita sus servicios a Bitcoin, Ether y stablecoins. A finales de 2021, la compañía presentó un desempeño destacado contando con un balance de préstamos que ascendía a los $3 mil millones.
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started: 31/1/2023 - Peppino goes home and takes a shower. the others follow him. *slight spoilers for the ending!*
they reach his parlour. Peppino opens the door and heads straight for the bathroom. he doesn't address anyone - doesn't even look anyone in the eye - the only answer to their silent questions being a door slammed in their faces. they hear the water run, a scream as boiling water hits sore skin, a barely audible sigh, rhythmic splashes. steam pours from under the door. they are left to their own devices.
Noise clicks his tongue, hands on his hips, looking around the place. he's never actually stepped inside Peppino's pizza place before. shithole, he thinks. beside him, Vigilante casually twirls his revolver around, messing with his hat with the other hand. Pepperman has, somehow, pulled out his art kit, painting something or other, while Brick is trying to sniff out where the cheese is. Fake Peppino, bless his gooy heart, instantly takes shop behind the counter, getting to work on making a fresh pizza, while Mr Sticks gets busy scrounging around for any loose coins.
'well, what now?' Gustavo asks the band, completely lost. he, unlike the others, has a home, since he didn't live inside the tower, but he doesn't know if he should just. leave. Brick looks at him with a squeak, as if to say "fuck if I know", before getting back to his mission. Noise wanders off, more interested in exploring than answering Gustavo's question. Vigilante puts his gun away, shrugging. Pepperman is too engrossed in his painting to pay attention.
'oh.' Gustavo rings his hands together. Mr Sticks does a triumphant sound, putting all his effort into pulling something from under a table. he makes a disgusted face at the bottle cap coated in gum and thanks God that he’s wearing gloves. he tosses it over his shoulder and resumes his search. Fake Peppino hums a short laugh, flipping dough almost expertly, if he wasn't a freak. 'hm. well. ah. I suppose I'm gonna. leave, now.' Gustavo thumbs over his shoulder at the front door. no one really answers him.
Bricks head darts up. within seconds, he's at Gustavo's side, bumping his snout into Gustavo's shoulder. the notion brightens Gustavo right up, and with a grin, he rubs Bricks ear. he finds a note-pad and pen, writes a little message, sticks it to the counter, then leaves. the two walk past the towers debris, and disappear into the dusk.
Peppino leaves the bathroom half an hour later, squeaky clean and so dizzy he can barely keep his head up. worryingly, he stumbles his way toward the living room, where he collapses onto the ratty couch. at least I had the energy to get dressed, is his last thought, before he conks out cold.
Noise is the first to find him, because of course he is. a million things flash through his mind - he could put a bucket full of paint over the door, or he could rig the TV to explode when it turned on, or he could put the TV on 100 volume and blow his ears out - but then he remembers the tower. I'm not that much of a monster, he tuts to himself, before he spots a discarded pen on the table. ah, but who am I to let such a moment pass? so he grabs it, uncaps it, and draws on Peppinos face.
one pair of glasses, swirls on his cheeks, and the word "wanker" written on his forehead are served. he grins at his handiwork. Peppino hadn't even stirred. it should worry him that Peppino seems dead. it doesn't.
he's about to walk away before another idea hits him. he unties his cape, flaps it out, then tucks Peppino into it. it becomes large enough to cover him completely. knobhead, are Noises parting thoughts, before leaving to explore more of Peppino's home.
Vigilante walks into the room next, a plate of steaming pizza in hand. he raises a brow at Peppino's new face. with a sigh, he puts the plate on the table, and leaves.
Pepperman comes in, stencil and paintbrush in hand. he searches the room for any inspiration, and lands on Peppino. he sets up, and gets to work. he paints a vibrant and cartoony version of Peppino defeating an evil Pizza God. the colours are out there and bright, the lines rough and exaggerated. Peppino is wearing a cape. Pepperman is at the bottom of the piece, cheering him on. he makes sure to add the Noises additions to his piece. once he's finished, he packs up and leaves, in search of more inspiration to draw from.
Fake Peppino crawls into the room later. he looks between Peppino and the TV. the space on the couch is too small for him to fit, and he doesn't like the looks of the chair, so his next best option is the ceiling. he hops up and sticks himself to it, sitting like a frog right above Peppino, stretching his arm out to grab the remote. he does all of this in the noisiest way possible. none of it rouses Peppino, who snores on. once Fake Peppino finds a station he likes, he croaks, getting comfortable.
Mr Sticks slouches into the room. he thinks he's being sneaky when he approaches Peppino, goals set on seeing if Peppino's wallet is on his person, but he doesn't notice Fake Peppino until he hears the animalistic growls right above him. when he looks up, two eyes drip down, leering at him dead on. he follows the strands up to find them connected to Fake Peppino's hollow face. Mr Sticks does a full body shudder at the sight, rethinks his plans, and bolts from the room. satisfied, Fake's eyes return to their pits, and he resumes watching TV.
it doesn't take long for the whole band - sans Mr Sticks, who is still ran-sacking - to gather into the living room. Peppino is still asleep, and still doesn't wake up as the group get themselves comfy around him. Noise and Vigilante take the remaining spots on the couch, while Pepperman sinks into the stuffed chair. Fake Peppino remains above them, his attention not leaving the screen once.
'aye, is he dead? we ain't sat next to a corpse right?' Noise asks Vig some time later, side eyeing Peppino with disgust. Vig inspects Pep with a critical eye. he tips his hat once.
'nah, he's still kickin'.'
'oh good; sitting next to a dead guy would've been kinda gross.'
'woulda made for some good art though!' Pepperman chimes in. the others ignore the comment.
'oi, what'cha watchin', Fakey?' Noise asks Fake Peppino. Fake does a fucked up grunt. Noises entire demeanour flattens. 'oh of course you watch Come Dine With Me as well.' Fake barks with laughter. he has the remote glued to his hand. Noise frowns up at him. 'you've been in here forever; can't we watch something?' Fake sticks his disturbingly human coloured tongue out at him, and returns his focus to the TV. Noise, with a dramatic flourish, waves a hand up at Fake Peppino, before full bodily leaning on to the real Peppino. he snorts, but remains asleep.
'damn, he's really knocked out, huh?' Pepperman mutters as Noise sighs, curling into a ball.
'fatty's still breathing - he's fine.' so Pepperman shrugs, and turns to watch people cook shitty meals.
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I didn’t know how to end this, and it was already getting too long, so I didn’t. Gustavo wrote something like “hope ur okay heres my number call me oxoxo” and drew Brick
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