Diving into the world of Web3 felt like blasting off into a new digital cosmos, my heart thumping with the rhythm of a crypto drumbeat. When I snagged my Farcast/Warpcast account, it was like being handed a backstage pass to the most exclusive gig in town, with the digital elite nodding in approval. Imagine the rush - me, the maverick entrepreneur, the guy who turns pixels into gold, now part of something that promised to redefine the internet itself. But here I am, three months in, feeling l...