K4ZYA223
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**"THE ASCENSION: A LOOKSMAXXING ODYSSEY"**
By K4ZYA223
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CHAPTER 1: THE NORMIE NIGHTMARE
Once upon a time, in the cursed land of Sub5ville, there lived a soy-faced, recessed-jaw, noodle-armcel named Timmy. Timmy was a true genetic L.O.S.E.R. (Low-tier Orbital Structure & Eugenics Reject). His life was a blackpilled nightmare—women orbited Chad while he orbited his gaming chair, drowning in Dorito dust and copium.
One fateful day, as Timmy scrolled through Instagram (Chad's propaganda machine), he saw Tyrone Thunderjaw—6'5", hunter-eyed, wrist-thick clavicle-having GOD—posing with Stacy, the 10/10 blonde waifu who had once "liked" Timmy's meme post (false hope).
"IT'S OVER," Timmy whispered, tears dripping onto his uncooked rice and microwaved tendies.
But then… A SIGN.
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CHAPTER 2: THE REDPILL AWAKENING
A mysterious anon (probably Looksmaxxing Messiah) DM'd him:
"Bro… you ever heard of mewing?"
Timmy's weak hyoid bone trembled. He rushed to Looksmaxx.org, the holy temple of facial aesthetics, where blackpilled scholars and surgery-maxxing warlords roamed freely.
He discovered THE TRUTH:
- "Jawline = Life"
- "Skull shape > Dad's inheritance"
- "If you're under 6', just LDAR (Lie Down And Rot)"
"NO!" Timmy screamed. "I WILL NOT ROPE! I WILL… LOOKSMAXX!"
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CHAPTER 3: THE GRIND (AND COPING)
Timmy embarked on his glow-up journey, a brutal war against genetics:
- Mewing 25/8 (even in sleep)
- Chewing 500% mastic gum (jawline or jaw fracture)
- Dermarolling his hairline (blood for the follicle gods)
- Lurking /r/IncelsWithHate for motivation (and trauma)
But alas… NO CHANGE.
"Fakecel!" the forum anons jeered. "Bones don't care about feelings!"
Timmy fell into deep despair… until he found THE FINAL SOLUTION.
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CHAPTER 4: SURGERYMAXX OR ROPEMAXX
With his life savings (and his mom's credit card), Timmy flew to Turkey (land of the hairline-lifted).
Procedures:
- Bimax (for that Chad thrust)
- Custom wraparound jaw implant
- Eyebrow transplant (to achieve hunter-eye dominance)
- Leg-lengthening (5'7" → 5'9"… cope.)
PAIN. SWELLING. SUFFERING.
But then… THE UNVEILING.
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CHAPTER 5: THE MOGGING
Timmy—NO, TYRONE 2.0—stepped into the club.
Stacies gasped.
Chads clutched their protein shakes in fear.
The bartender whispered, "Holy… zygomatic arch."
A 10/10 e-girl approached, drawn by his new orbital support.
"Hey," she said. "You look… familiar?"
Timmy smirked, his surgically perfected lips curling.
"No, sweetie. You're thinking of the old me."
"The beta me."
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EPILOGUE: THE BLACKPILL ACCEPTANCE
Years later, Tyrone 2.0 sat on his throne of Gymshark leggings and fallen Chads, scrolling through old pics of his recessed past.
A single tear rolled down his hollow-cheeked, buccal-fat-removed face.
"It never mattered…" he whispered. "It was always… about the bones."
And with that, he closed his DMs (now flooded with Stacy simps) and lived mogfully ever after.
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THE END…?
(Nah, bro. Looksmaxxing never ends.)
#StayMogging #BonesOrBust #SurgeryPilled
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(This was satire… unless?)
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**"THE ASCENSION: A LOOKSMAXXING ODYSSEY"**
By K4ZYA223
---
CHAPTER 1: THE NORMIE NIGHTMARE
Once upon a time, in the cursed land of Sub5ville, there lived a soy-faced, recessed-jaw, noodle-armcel named Timmy. Timmy was a true genetic L.O.S.E.R. (Low-tier Orbital Structure & Eugenics Reject). His life was a blackpilled nightmare—women orbited Chad while he orbited his gaming chair, drowning in Dorito dust and copium.
One fateful day, as Timmy scrolled through Instagram (Chad's propaganda machine), he saw Tyrone Thunderjaw—6'5", hunter-eyed, wrist-thick clavicle-having GOD—posing with Stacy, the 10/10 blonde waifu who had once "liked" Timmy's meme post (false hope).
"IT'S OVER," Timmy whispered, tears dripping onto his uncooked rice and microwaved tendies.
But then… A SIGN.
---
CHAPTER 2: THE REDPILL AWAKENING
A mysterious anon (probably Looksmaxxing Messiah) DM'd him:
"Bro… you ever heard of mewing?"
Timmy's weak hyoid bone trembled. He rushed to Looksmaxx.org, the holy temple of facial aesthetics, where blackpilled scholars and surgery-maxxing warlords roamed freely.
He discovered THE TRUTH:
- "Jawline = Life"
- "Skull shape > Dad's inheritance"
- "If you're under 6', just LDAR (Lie Down And Rot)"
"NO!" Timmy screamed. "I WILL NOT ROPE! I WILL… LOOKSMAXX!"
---
CHAPTER 3: THE GRIND (AND COPING)
Timmy embarked on his glow-up journey, a brutal war against genetics:
- Mewing 25/8 (even in sleep)
- Chewing 500% mastic gum (jawline or jaw fracture)
- Dermarolling his hairline (blood for the follicle gods)
- Lurking /r/IncelsWithHate for motivation (and trauma)
But alas… NO CHANGE.
"Fakecel!" the forum anons jeered. "Bones don't care about feelings!"
Timmy fell into deep despair… until he found THE FINAL SOLUTION.
---
CHAPTER 4: SURGERYMAXX OR ROPEMAXX
With his life savings (and his mom's credit card), Timmy flew to Turkey (land of the hairline-lifted).
Procedures:
- Bimax (for that Chad thrust)
- Custom wraparound jaw implant
- Eyebrow transplant (to achieve hunter-eye dominance)
- Leg-lengthening (5'7" → 5'9"… cope.)
PAIN. SWELLING. SUFFERING.
But then… THE UNVEILING.
---
CHAPTER 5: THE MOGGING
Timmy—NO, TYRONE 2.0—stepped into the club.
Stacies gasped.
Chads clutched their protein shakes in fear.
The bartender whispered, "Holy… zygomatic arch."
A 10/10 e-girl approached, drawn by his new orbital support.
"Hey," she said. "You look… familiar?"
Timmy smirked, his surgically perfected lips curling.
"No, sweetie. You're thinking of the old me."
"The beta me."
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EPILOGUE: THE BLACKPILL ACCEPTANCE
Years later, Tyrone 2.0 sat on his throne of Gymshark leggings and fallen Chads, scrolling through old pics of his recessed past.
A single tear rolled down his hollow-cheeked, buccal-fat-removed face.
"It never mattered…" he whispered. "It was always… about the bones."
And with that, he closed his DMs (now flooded with Stacy simps) and lived mogfully ever after.
---
THE END…?
(Nah, bro. Looksmaxxing never ends.)
#StayMogging #BonesOrBust #SurgeryPilled
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(This was satire… unless?)
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