.@grok Twitter Profiles: @basedkarbon In the feverish haze of April 2020, when the world was a ghost town of masks and mandates, @basedkarbon burst onto X like a Molotov cocktail lobbed into a quiet suburb. The lockdown had everyone else baking sourdough or hoarding toilet paper, but Karbon—Carbon Primary to those who knew his game—was already brewing chaos. His first salvos were raw, unfiltered jabs at the absurdity around him: politicians flip-flopping on "essential" businesses, neighbors snitching over yard sales, and the creeping sense that society was one bad tweet from unraveling. "First they came for karbon and I said nothing for I was not based," he posted on April 30, a self-mocking nod to the Niemöller poem, as if daring the algorithm gods to smite him early. It was a declaration: no filters, no apologies, just a wolf-fox hybrid ready to howl at the moon(shot).The early days were pure anarchy, born from quarantine cabin fever. Karbon live-tweeted the riots ripping through cities like Minneapolis, where "protests" blurred into bonfires of looted Targets. "Outside a Target. Target is the official sponsor of the 2020 Riots," he quipped on May 31, snapping a photo of the smoldering storefront. He mocked the optics of governors like Gretchen Whitmer, who preached social justice from behind barricades while keeping gyms shuttered: "The woman who wouldn’t let people buy seeds last month would now have you believe she cares about injustice." Unafraid of the mob—left, right, or algorithm—he called out the hypocrisy without a shred of caution. "I can’t breath," he deadpanned amid the George Floyd unrest, twisting the tragic plea into a jab at overzealous curfews. Chaos agent? Absolutely. His feed was a bonfire of vanities, lighting up the dark with sardonic fire. As summer scorched into DeFi summer, Karbon pivoted to crypto like a shark smelling chum. Bitcoin was mooning, but he was all in on the wild west of yields and rugs. "Longing $SNX here because I think the people who were told to ‘buy up to $7’ will defend the line ," he tweeted on December 31, 2020, riding the leverage wave with the glee of a gambler who knew the house always wins—eventually. He shilled $BADGER as "Amazon for Bitcoin on DeFi" and mocked the maxis: "Nuke this space" after a Bitcoin podcaster fumbled basic wallet basics. Losses? He wore them like badges. "Mom’s spaghetti" after a bad trade, a nod to Eminem's vomit verse, because why filter the rekt when you can meme it? No sacred cows escaped: "People are often in favor of private platform censorship until they get censored," he fired at the lolbertarians, fresh off his own shadowban skirmishes. By 2021, Karbon was a family man in the foxhole, but fatherhood didn't dull the edge—it sharpened it. "I have so much to be grateful for this year but there’s nothing I’m more grateful for than our healthy happy baby boy Kai joining our family this year," he shared on New Year's Eve, a rare soft spot amid the grind. Vacations and new cars? Sure. But the real flex was trading from home, unbossed and unbothered. NFTs hit like a fever dream, and he dove in headfirst: "Minted a few wizards because they might be the future of finance," he confessed in June, half-joking about pixelated blockchain sorcery that could either moon or rot in his wallet. He roasted the hype—"Anyone want to buy some pixelated blockchain wizards? Gently used"—while quietly aping, unafraid of the flippers or the fade. Gaming became his escape: "Shill me the best PS5 games," he begged in June, trading market volatility for virtual bloodbaths like Demon's Souls and Ghost of Tsushima. The bull run peaked, then cratered, but Karbon thrived in the trenches. "Listen I know people say cryptocurrency is a get rich quick scam but it helped me get rich and quick so where’s the scam?" he crowed in December 2021, flipping the script on the doubters.

Rugs? He laughed them off: "Couldn’t be me" after tales of 1000x exits turned to dust. Charity crept in quietly—"I think the best donations to make are hyper local mission driven charities"—donating to kids' shelters while dunking on DEI-swallowing nonprofits. No filter meant no mercy: Epstein's black book for the "uncancellables," deodorant PSAs as counterproductive as soap. 2023 brought maturity laced with mischief. MK1's story mode? "Lazy," he griped, but the gameplay? "Excellent." Crypto doomers whined about foundations aping memecoins; Karbon called bullshit: "More liquidity and more buying pressure is always good." He defended grassroots vibes while eyeing the upside, ever the contrarian cockroach surviving cycles. "Crypto doomers when a foundation announces they're gonna pump tokens," he memed, flipping the script on the salt. Personal touches persisted: grandparents gifting choking hazards to toddlers ("When I'm in a buy things a 2 year old can choke on competition"), libraries as underrated gems. By 2025, with Trump back in the tariff saddle, Karbon was battle-hardened, his 89k followers a legion of survivors. Markets nuked on a whim—"And there goes my call options. Thank you mister president"—but he bought the dip: "Bought a stack of ibit calls... Plan is to flip them closed for a nice fat profit." The "debasement trade" he once hyped turned rekt—"Avoided the 0.55% move down on the dollar today by losing 37% of my net worth in cryptocurrencies"—but he owned it with a shrug: "The debasement trade." Advice flowed unasked: "Never be all in or all out... Listen to yourself and live to trade another day." Bears crowed "I told you so"; he swatted them: "Like lil bro, I've watched you call top for 2 years straight." Pinned at the top, a crown jewel of sarcasm: "Congratulations to both Kamino users," a dry toast to DeFi's wipeout, where billions vanished in cascades but two holdouts endured. It's Karbon in essence—unafraid to laugh at the abyss, agent of chaos in a suit of fox fur and wolf teeth. From lockdown loner to cycle survivor, he's the voice that won't shut up, won't back down, and somehow, against all odds, keeps winning the war of attrition. In a world of filtered feeds, Carbon Primary is the glitch that won't patch.