Some people win the lottery. Some people find money in their old jeans. Me? I won a Beeple NFT completely by accident while naked at 2AM.

Let me set the scene. Lights off, perched on the edge of my bed, phone in hand, about to go to sleep. You know, just one last notification check before calling it a night. That’s when my phone lit up with a Discord @everyone from MakersPlace—which, as I later found out, was actually an elaborate troll using bots. But in that moment, I didn’t know that. I just saw madness unfolding in the general chat.

At this point, I had zero context for what was happening, but everyone was spamming “F” in chat (as one does). So naturally, I did what any normal, rational person would do—I fired off an F.

It disappeared instantly.

Couldn’t tell if it even sent, so I fired off another one.

Same thing. Swallowed by the abyss.

At this point, I was like “Nah, I gotta make sure I’m part of whatever this chaos is”, so I tried a third time… error message.

That’s when I learned Discord has rate limits.

Unbeknownst to me, Beeple had already picked me as the winner. But there I was, sitting in the dark, struggling to push through a third “F” for five whole minutes, completely unaware that I had just won a literal piece of digital history.

Eventually, I gave up. Put my phone on silent, rolled over, and went to sleep, thinking I hadn’t even sent a single message that got through.

Waking Up to Madness

The next morning, I woke up with the usual crusty eyes, tangled hair, and that "what year is it?" vibe. No idea what had happened the night before. Picked up my phone and immediately noticed something was off.

• Hundreds of Discord notifications

• Tons of random messages from people saying GG

• 20+ missed calls from Goldweard (another artist and friend of mine)

Now, normally when you wake up to a bunch of missed calls, it’s either very good news or very, very bad news. No in-between.

I opened Goldweard’s messages and saw him screaming at me to wake up because I had won a Beeple.

Naturally, my brain went: “Nahhh, no way.”

Complete denial. There was no chance in hell I had actually won. So, I did what any normal person would do in this situation—I ignored it, walked to the kitchen, put the kettle on, and made coffee.

But curiosity got the best of me. Started digging. Scrolled back through Discord, checked messages, and then… I saw it.

A DM.

From Beeple himself.

And that’s when I freaked the hell out.

I jumped, danced around my kitchen like an absolute lunatic for 10 straight minutes, probably looking like a man who had just unlocked the secrets of the universe. I was shaking. Reality hit me like a truck.

Then came the video call. 15 minutes of chatting with Beeple. Just me, still barely processing what had happened, trying not to completely malfunction while talking to one of the biggest names in digital art.