Every podcast has an origin story. Ours has an incident report.
CHAPTER 1: THE WICK
It started, as all great American stories do, with a single NQ candle at 9:47 AM Eastern. One green minute that went up 80 points, came back down 130, and liquidated two strangers, in two different states, on two different prop firm accounts, at the exact same second.
One of us was trading from a garage in a camping chair with a monitor propped on a cooler. The other was trading from a parked car outside his own kid’s dentist appointment, because the spread “looked juicy.” Neither of us knew the other existed. The wick did not care. The wick came for both of us like it had our addresses.
We met twenty minutes later in the comment section of a prop firm’s Discord, both typing the same sentence at the same time: “that candle was personal.” Two hundred messages later we had exchanged phone numbers, blown-account screenshots, and a mutual diagnosis that no licensed professional would argue with.
CHAPTER 2: THE 47 EVALS
What followed was an eighteen-month montage that historians will call “the dark ages.” Between us: forty-seven evaluations. Passed nine. Blew six of those in the first week of being funded, which takes genuine talent, because you have to pass a test specifically designed to prove you would not do the thing, and then immediately do the thing.
There was the Thanksgiving where a trailing drawdown ate an account during dessert and the family thought somebody had died. There was the microwave that got unplugged mid-burrito because a laptop needed the outlet during a payout window. There was the month one of us said “I’m going to trade the London session” and restructured his entire circadian rhythm like a man training for a heist, only to fall asleep at 2 AM and miss the one clean setup of the week.
CHAPTER 3: THE WEDDING PAYOUT
The turning point came at a wedding. Not our wedding — we want to be clear that we were guests, which somehow makes it worse. During the vows, a phone buzzed. A payout had cleared. The first real one. Four figures, actual money, sent by a prop firm to an actual bank account belonging to an actual degenerate in a rented suit.
That night, over cold catering chicken, we did the math on everything we had spent learning this game: the evals, the resets, the indicators, the one $1,200 mentorship taught by a man whose entire track record was a Lamborghini rental receipt. The number was upsetting. The kind of upsetting where you either never speak of it again — or you put a microphone in front of it.
CHAPTER 4: THE PODCAST
We chose the microphone.
Prop Firm Frens exists because the two of us were already having this conversation every single day — which firms are legit, which rules are traps, which gurus are selling hopium by the gram — and at some point the group chat got so unhinged we decided the public deserved access.
Everything we do here runs on one rule we learned the expensive way: receipts or it didn’t happen. Real evals, real payouts, real blowups, on camera. When we pass, you see it. When the wick comes for us — and it always comes — you see that too.