He doesn't trade. He hunts. Forged in the back rooms of red candle caves, Goonjak is the one thing terminally online chart addicts fear most โ employment. He lurks in your tabs, watching you loop CT, lotion in hand, leverage maxed, praying for one more green wick. Too late. You've been spotted. Powered by rage, fries, and anti-goon radiation, he drags wrecked traders from their dim-lit dens and gives them what they truly deserve: a job. This isn't salvation. This is labor. You don't clock in โ you get caught.
Applications close in:
"Submit your sins. Receive judgment."
"Your jerk ratio is terminal. You qualify."
GoonQuotient
"Just jerk and pray"
Gooners Caught
"You've been assigned to grease trap duty."