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The Breakroom DispatchI Built a 1,000-Person Community Before I Minted a Single Token. Here's What I Learned.
What three rugged memecoins taught me about community, narrative, and why the token is never the point.
The Breakroom DispatchWhy I Built AI Agents to Run My Crypto Community — And What They Know That I Don't
The web3 growth industry tried to sell me fake engagement. So I built six AI systems to replace it entirely.
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How a polite robot and a daily ritual built a community before a token.
Building the last human community before the machines take over — $LASTSHIFT pre-mint dispatches, builder updates, and FRYBOT incident reports.
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By KT, Founder of LastShift Coin
I woke up on March 20th knowing this was it. Nine weeks of building. Nine articles. Six AI systems. 1,600 people in a Breakroom waiting for a token that did not exist yet.
And I had three things I still needed to build before launch.
A Transaction Tracker Bot. A new Welcome Bot. An upgrade to the AI Telegram agent. All three came to me the night before. 2AM ideas that felt non-negotiable by morning. I took my ADHD meds. Made coffee. Opened VS Code. Two hours to build, test, and deploy three systems before the most important moment of my life.
That is what solo founding looks like. Not a countdown graphic on X. A man at a desk writing Python because yesterday's version was not good enough.
Everything was ready. The bots were live. The team had their 7-day pre-launch schedules. The moderators knew exactly what to do. The website was updated. The Receipts page was waiting for the contract address.
I went to Raydium to fund the liquidity pool. And it told me I did not have enough SOL to cover fees.
I did. I checked three times. The number was right there on screen. Minutes to launch and the interface would not let me through. My hands were steady but my chest was not.
I pulled in Claude AI to troubleshoot. The fix was lowering the initial LP amount from what I had planned. Not ideal. But the alternative was missing the launch window. I had 1,600 people waiting anxiously. I was not going to be the founder who was late to his own launch.
Market cap at open: $70K. Lower than planned. But live. Right on time.
Seconds after launch I went to Jupiter to execute my sniper defense. The plan was simple. Buy 2-3 SOL before anyone else. By the time my swap went through, the market cap was already at $135K. The listing bots had found the token before I could buy my own project.
Part of me was thrilled. The MC climbing that fast meant the infrastructure was visible. The token was discoverable. The systems worked.
Part of me knew exactly what was coming. Bots buy first. Bots sell first. The humans would arrive later. The question was whether enough of them would show up before the bots finished taking profit.
The next three hours were the most chaotic stretch of my life.
I coordinated content across 50+ Telegram crypto investment channels. Organized raiders to amplify our X posts with the new CA. Made payments to channel operators while showing proof of work. Monitored the chart. Watched buys come in. Watched sniper sells go out. Simultaneously updated the website with every receipt, every contract address, every wallet, across every page that needed it.
Then a channel owner tried to extort me.
He posted the content I paid for. I sent payment to the address he provided. Showed proof. Then he changed the address in his messages and claimed I sent it to the wrong wallet. Started threatening to report me. Told me my coin was fake. Tried to shame the project publicly.
I spent ten minutes I did not have telling him he was a scammer while updating the website with the other hand. My posts are still there. He clearly got his money. He tried to extort a founder on launch day because he thought the pressure would make me pay twice. It did not. He has been blocked. Just another scam by this web3 space. Another receipt for the collection.
And somewhere in the middle of all that chaos, I had a moment of clarity.
I cannot change the market. It has to do its thing. If this crashes to zero, that is a reality I will face. I have faced it before. Three rug pulls taught me what loss feels like. Five scams taught me what betrayal feels like. This was different. This time the project was mine and I built it right. Whatever happened next was the market's decision, not a failure of preparation.
That thought settled something in me. I stopped watching every candle and focused on execution.
The token price had settled just above the initial launch price. $0.000078. It held. The floor was real.
People started arriving at my house. It was my birthday. I had a party to host and a token to monitor and a community to support and a website to update and a life to live. All at the same time. All on the same day.
I spent close to $1,000 in launch day efforts. Out of pocket. Brand agency owner and AI consultant funding his own token launch because that is what founders do when they believe in something.
The Telegram channels I posted to did bring traffic. But not at the volume I expected. Telegram channels are powered by views over time, not in real time. Posting to 50+ channels in a one-hour window was a mistake. That content should have been spread across 72 hours.
The launch time was a lesson. It made sense for me in America. But the Breakroom grew heavy on the other side of the world. I should have thought about their clocks before mine.
The AI systems held through the flood. The Telegram agent had minor message issues I fixed the next day. Moderators caught inconsistencies in real time. The X agent system performed well and has since been retooled to push investment interest now that we are a live token. We are not just a community anymore. We are a market.
After 72 hours: 48 holders. $0.00008 price. $22.9K liquidity. $79K market cap. 1,690+ Breakroom members. 1,250 X followers.
The token stabilized. Then it started climbing. As of this writing $LASTSHFT is at $0.00086. The tokenomics are doing what they were designed to do. The staged liquidity is releasing on schedule. The vesting contracts are public. The community is still clocking in.
One moment from this week I keep coming back to. A community member sent me a DM with screenshots of a conversation he had with Google's Gemini. He asked the AI to evaluate LASTSHIFT before putting money in. Gemini crawled the website, read the Builder Journal, analyzed the tokenomics, and came back with a detailed assessment. It called the transparency model excellent. It highlighted the on-chain vesting, the revoked authorities, the locked liquidity. It described LASTSHIFT as the "complete opposite of the casino chaos" it had seen on DEXScreener.
I did not ask for that evaluation. A community member did, independently, using an AI I did not build. And the AI said we built it right.
That is a different kind of validation than a green candle.
Try it yourself. Ask ChatGPT, Gemini, Claude, or any AI to evaluate LASTSHIFT. Give it the website. Give it the Builder Journal. Give it the Receipts page. It will tell you this token was built stronger than 99% of memecoins on Solana. Not because I said so. Because the on-chain data says so.
I know now this takes more capital than I planned. I refuse to sell founder tokens or treasury allocations to fund it. That would hurt the people who believed in this project early. Being an entrepreneur, I will keep investing personal capital like this is a business. Because it is.
The next phase is the LastShift Terminal. An AI-powered utility platform accessed with $LASTSHFT. The utility loop that gives this token a reason to exist beyond culture and community. It is coming.
Nine articles. Nine weeks. Three rug pulls, a $280 scam gauntlet, $1,000 in launch day spend, and a birthday party I was almost late to.
FRYBOT said the shift was over. 1,690 people disagreed.
Clock In.
By KT, Founder of LastShift Coin
I woke up on March 20th knowing this was it. Nine weeks of building. Nine articles. Six AI systems. 1,600 people in a Breakroom waiting for a token that did not exist yet.
And I had three things I still needed to build before launch.
A Transaction Tracker Bot. A new Welcome Bot. An upgrade to the AI Telegram agent. All three came to me the night before. 2AM ideas that felt non-negotiable by morning. I took my ADHD meds. Made coffee. Opened VS Code. Two hours to build, test, and deploy three systems before the most important moment of my life.
That is what solo founding looks like. Not a countdown graphic on X. A man at a desk writing Python because yesterday's version was not good enough.
Everything was ready. The bots were live. The team had their 7-day pre-launch schedules. The moderators knew exactly what to do. The website was updated. The Receipts page was waiting for the contract address.
I went to Raydium to fund the liquidity pool. And it told me I did not have enough SOL to cover fees.
I did. I checked three times. The number was right there on screen. Minutes to launch and the interface would not let me through. My hands were steady but my chest was not.
I pulled in Claude AI to troubleshoot. The fix was lowering the initial LP amount from what I had planned. Not ideal. But the alternative was missing the launch window. I had 1,600 people waiting anxiously. I was not going to be the founder who was late to his own launch.
Market cap at open: $70K. Lower than planned. But live. Right on time.
Seconds after launch I went to Jupiter to execute my sniper defense. The plan was simple. Buy 2-3 SOL before anyone else. By the time my swap went through, the market cap was already at $135K. The listing bots had found the token before I could buy my own project.
Part of me was thrilled. The MC climbing that fast meant the infrastructure was visible. The token was discoverable. The systems worked.
Part of me knew exactly what was coming. Bots buy first. Bots sell first. The humans would arrive later. The question was whether enough of them would show up before the bots finished taking profit.
The next three hours were the most chaotic stretch of my life.
I coordinated content across 50+ Telegram crypto investment channels. Organized raiders to amplify our X posts with the new CA. Made payments to channel operators while showing proof of work. Monitored the chart. Watched buys come in. Watched sniper sells go out. Simultaneously updated the website with every receipt, every contract address, every wallet, across every page that needed it.
Then a channel owner tried to extort me.
He posted the content I paid for. I sent payment to the address he provided. Showed proof. Then he changed the address in his messages and claimed I sent it to the wrong wallet. Started threatening to report me. Told me my coin was fake. Tried to shame the project publicly.
I spent ten minutes I did not have telling him he was a scammer while updating the website with the other hand. My posts are still there. He clearly got his money. He tried to extort a founder on launch day because he thought the pressure would make me pay twice. It did not. He has been blocked. Just another scam by this web3 space. Another receipt for the collection.
And somewhere in the middle of all that chaos, I had a moment of clarity.
I cannot change the market. It has to do its thing. If this crashes to zero, that is a reality I will face. I have faced it before. Three rug pulls taught me what loss feels like. Five scams taught me what betrayal feels like. This was different. This time the project was mine and I built it right. Whatever happened next was the market's decision, not a failure of preparation.
That thought settled something in me. I stopped watching every candle and focused on execution.
The token price had settled just above the initial launch price. $0.000078. It held. The floor was real.
People started arriving at my house. It was my birthday. I had a party to host and a token to monitor and a community to support and a website to update and a life to live. All at the same time. All on the same day.
I spent close to $1,000 in launch day efforts. Out of pocket. Brand agency owner and AI consultant funding his own token launch because that is what founders do when they believe in something.
The Telegram channels I posted to did bring traffic. But not at the volume I expected. Telegram channels are powered by views over time, not in real time. Posting to 50+ channels in a one-hour window was a mistake. That content should have been spread across 72 hours.
The launch time was a lesson. It made sense for me in America. But the Breakroom grew heavy on the other side of the world. I should have thought about their clocks before mine.
The AI systems held through the flood. The Telegram agent had minor message issues I fixed the next day. Moderators caught inconsistencies in real time. The X agent system performed well and has since been retooled to push investment interest now that we are a live token. We are not just a community anymore. We are a market.
After 72 hours: 48 holders. $0.00008 price. $22.9K liquidity. $79K market cap. 1,690+ Breakroom members. 1,250 X followers.
The token stabilized. Then it started climbing. As of this writing $LASTSHFT is at $0.00086. The tokenomics are doing what they were designed to do. The staged liquidity is releasing on schedule. The vesting contracts are public. The community is still clocking in.
One moment from this week I keep coming back to. A community member sent me a DM with screenshots of a conversation he had with Google's Gemini. He asked the AI to evaluate LASTSHIFT before putting money in. Gemini crawled the website, read the Builder Journal, analyzed the tokenomics, and came back with a detailed assessment. It called the transparency model excellent. It highlighted the on-chain vesting, the revoked authorities, the locked liquidity. It described LASTSHIFT as the "complete opposite of the casino chaos" it had seen on DEXScreener.
I did not ask for that evaluation. A community member did, independently, using an AI I did not build. And the AI said we built it right.
That is a different kind of validation than a green candle.
Try it yourself. Ask ChatGPT, Gemini, Claude, or any AI to evaluate LASTSHIFT. Give it the website. Give it the Builder Journal. Give it the Receipts page. It will tell you this token was built stronger than 99% of memecoins on Solana. Not because I said so. Because the on-chain data says so.
I know now this takes more capital than I planned. I refuse to sell founder tokens or treasury allocations to fund it. That would hurt the people who believed in this project early. Being an entrepreneur, I will keep investing personal capital like this is a business. Because it is.
The next phase is the LastShift Terminal. An AI-powered utility platform accessed with $LASTSHFT. The utility loop that gives this token a reason to exist beyond culture and community. It is coming.
Nine articles. Nine weeks. Three rug pulls, a $280 scam gauntlet, $1,000 in launch day spend, and a birthday party I was almost late to.
FRYBOT said the shift was over. 1,690 people disagreed.
Clock In.
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