Oookay, let’s dive into the wild, wild world of Samuel Edyme, AKA HIM-buktu. Dude’s a word-slinger in the good ol’ web3 cosmos, a pen-for-hire for some snazzy crypto outfits like AMBCrypto and Blockchain Reporter (might have missed a couple, but y’know). I mean, really, he’s got this jazz where he can smell a trend like a beagle and fling words at it till it makes sense.
So, picture this movie script: Sam wanders into crypto, not for a quick buck, but through a scam. Yeah, dude, classic Ponzi-style and everything. Instead of hightailing it out of there, he kind of squints at the mess, shrugs it off, gets all ‘challenge accepted,’ and boom—he’s got the street smarts now. Three solid years of letting others know what’s what in the dizzying world of crypto.
Before Sam morphed into the voice of sanity, he went full-on degenerate. I’m talking YOLO-like craziness—terraforming into every “to-the-moon” scheme if it seemed golden. He was right there in the trenches through all the weird chaotic spirals: Terra Luna’s nosedive, crypto companies disintegrating like old toffee, FTX’s epic blunder, plus CZ getting cuffed. What a world. It was like he was injecting market wisdom straight into his veins.
When not typing up another masterpiece, you’ll find Sam squinting at charts, cracking the forex or synthetic index codes —no rest for this dude. Whether he’s in the gym, grooving to NF with the energy of a kid on Halloween, or pretending to nap, Sam’s always on the hustle. And yeah, maybe he’s peeping on Elon’s platform—oopsy, there’s another screen…
Sam, self-proclaimed introvert, thrives online. More power to him. He’s not the offline handshake kinda guy, but hey, we’ve all got our niches. The man loves his kaizen, inching fuller in talent daily. They say, ‘God knows best,’ and Sam’s all for it, chanting his life mantra: “On track, always.”
To sum up this wild ride, Sam Edyme is kinda like if Bruce Willis tapped into his diehard mode in everyday life. Not one to tiptoe around the challenges, he plows right through like a freight train. Imagining him asking his boss for a pay cut is like visualizing Bill Gates wrestling with rent payments—too wild to be true, yet here we are. Unbelievable doesn’t quite cut it—nor does inconceivable.
Sam speaks just the right mix of stubborn and practical. What’s normal for earthlings ain’t quite his cup of tea. Rolls out best when the roads aren’t smooth, gets a kick out of it, really. Those NF lyrics? They dig deep into his brain, live in his spirit: “What you think’s probably unfeasible, I’ve done already a hundredfold.” That’s him level universe unlocked.
PS—He’s HIM. HIM-buktu. Him-mulation. Him-Kardashian. Himon and Pumba. DNA says he’s pure-bred Him-alayan. Ate the opp? Yeah, he did.
