Loruki
Forever an Outlier
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i found thumbpulling in september of 2023 maybe and since then I started doing it every morning/night until I can feel my teeth shifting and my bone splitting. it ruined my fucking life. After maybe 4 months of doing it the results were insane, i had a 4.6cm palate and like 2.1 fwhr. I was very happy with my results until one night I forgot to do it, and I was too lazy to go back to the bathroom and do it so I set my alarm to be early so I can just have a longer session in the morning. I woke up the other day AT 7:20. CLASS STARTS AT 8 AND MY ALARM DIDN'T WAKE ME UP I LIVE LIKE 20 MINS AWAY FROM SCHOOL BY WALK TOO WITH NO BUS AND NO CONNECTION SINCE I LIVE IN THE WOODS IN A LOG HUT. With the limited time I had I saw that my hair was oily, so I washed it and it ws alrEADY 7:42 MAYBE SO I JUST WENT TO SCHOOL WITHOUT THUMBPULLING AT ALL. I was with wet hair, no shower, no brushed teeth, no floss, no shit, no wipe, no piss, no eat, no drink, no thumbpull, no zygopull and with the clothes I woke up with since they are good enough to be school uniform (no dress code), I have to sleep with my clothes because the log hut is cold af in the winter. I went to school and the first class was ok. My hair got more dry but I could notice people avoiding me every chance they get. I met my girlfriend in the hall after the first class and she was mouth open shocked, like she was jumpscared or something, she instantly pointed out that I look like a classmate, I won't say names but let's say Michael, Michael has a 1.5 fwhr and a 2cm palate. I instantly ran to the bathroom to look at myself, AND THERE I SAW. MYSELF WITH A 1.4FWHR AND A MORE NARROW PALATE THAN MICHAEL. I SMILED AND ONLY 2 OF MY TEETH WERE VISIBLE. I went out of the bathroom, visibly frustrated, and my girlfriend asks me what happened to my face, and out of anger I started violently thumbpulling, but my finger slipped and I made 4 of my teeth crooked and 2 fell out, when it slipped, it also ripped my cheek, so my lips look wide af now, like lips 10 times wider than nose, since my nose is very small. I look like jeff the killer, or joker, but with the narrowest skull you can imagine. After this my girlfriend told me that if I don't fix my shit in 2 months she's gonna leave me. Shortly after I passed out, and went into a coma because all off the bonesmashing and thumbpulling gave me brain trauma and brain damage. I was in a coma for 3 months before waking up. My girlfriend found out about this, and wanted to come, but my retarded brain damaged ass refused. Turns out she wanted to see me because she made me undergo lefort 5. So my face could be fixed. I didn't know about this and I went to the toilet to piss, and there was a mirror beside me, I looked and I looked like if James Sapphire and Jeff the killer had a baby. I looked like a failed experiment. I probably was. After crying for 6 days, they put me in a mental institution
where they tried to "fix" me. But I couldn't cope with a face like this. Every mental institution refused to take me, because the workers fainted when they saw my face. I can't go out in public without a mask, glasses, makeup, hat and scarf hiding my face. If I took off my glasses my -1 smv 15° pct hunter eyes would be revealed and people would run from me. Fuck thumbpulling. After my release from the mental institution (which lasted only 6 hours because the staff kept passing out whenever they saw me), I returned to my log hut in the woods. I had no choice but to start an emergency facial reconstruction protocol. I developed a new routine: 12 hours of thumbpulling per day (to regain lost facial structure) 5 hours of zygopulling (to restore my zygomatic projection) 3 hours of mandible smashes (to fix my sunken jaw) 7 minutes of nose elongation exercises (to counteract my micro-nasalism) 0.02 seconds of skull expansion meditation (to prevent brain compression) At first, I saw no changes. My face remained an unholy fusion of Jeff the Killer, Lord Farquaad, and a failed AI-generated human. But then, on the 10th day of maxxing in total isolation, something happened. I woke up and felt my skull shifting. My entire facial structure was vibrating at a frequency I had never experienced before. I sprinted to the mirror, but as soon as I looked—my entire face collapsed in on itself like a dying star. My forehead folded inward, my mandible imploded, and my orbital bones retracted into my skull at Mach 3 speed. My entire FWHR reached a record-breaking 0.9, making me the first known human to achieve reverse-chad status. My philtrum tripled in size, my maxilla receded so far back that my eyes started seeing into the 4th dimension, and my cheekbones completely vanished. At this point, the UN declared my face a global emergency. They sent in a team of elite scientists to study my condition, but the moment they stepped into my hut, their skulls spontaneously collapsed like crushed soda cans. The government labeled me as a Class-5 Biohazard and sent me to an underground facility for testing. The CIA, FBI, NASA, and SpaceX all collaborated to figure out what went wrong. I was forced to undergo experimental treatments including: Orbital Bone Reinflation Therapy Mandibular Electro-Shock Reshaping Maxilla Hyper-Projection Surgery AI-Generated Facial Reconstruction via Deep Learning Algorithms None of it worked. In fact, it made me worse. My skull became so compressed that I accidentally discovered time travel by blinking too hard. Every time I closed my eyes, I woke up 200 years in the past, but the moment I looked in a mirror, my timeline reset itself. One day, I escaped the facility by squeezing through the air vents (since my skull had become 98% smaller than its original size). I ran to the nearest city, but the moment I stepped outside, entire buildings collapsed from the sheer gravitational pull of my facial structure. Planes fell from the sky. The Earth's magnetic field reversed. Animals started evolving at rapid speeds. Eventually, the government gave up trying to contain me. They launched me into deep space using a SpaceX rocket, hoping I would never return. But little did they know—I had ascended beyond the need for oxygen, food, or even a physical body. Now, I drift through the cosmos, searching for a way to reverse the curse of thumbpulling. I have become a legend, feared by civilizations across the galaxy. If you ever look up at the night sky and see a star flicker unnaturally… just know… That’s me. DO NOT THUMBPULL.
where they tried to "fix" me. But I couldn't cope with a face like this. Every mental institution refused to take me, because the workers fainted when they saw my face. I can't go out in public without a mask, glasses, makeup, hat and scarf hiding my face. If I took off my glasses my -1 smv 15° pct hunter eyes would be revealed and people would run from me. Fuck thumbpulling. After my release from the mental institution (which lasted only 6 hours because the staff kept passing out whenever they saw me), I returned to my log hut in the woods. I had no choice but to start an emergency facial reconstruction protocol. I developed a new routine: 12 hours of thumbpulling per day (to regain lost facial structure) 5 hours of zygopulling (to restore my zygomatic projection) 3 hours of mandible smashes (to fix my sunken jaw) 7 minutes of nose elongation exercises (to counteract my micro-nasalism) 0.02 seconds of skull expansion meditation (to prevent brain compression) At first, I saw no changes. My face remained an unholy fusion of Jeff the Killer, Lord Farquaad, and a failed AI-generated human. But then, on the 10th day of maxxing in total isolation, something happened. I woke up and felt my skull shifting. My entire facial structure was vibrating at a frequency I had never experienced before. I sprinted to the mirror, but as soon as I looked—my entire face collapsed in on itself like a dying star. My forehead folded inward, my mandible imploded, and my orbital bones retracted into my skull at Mach 3 speed. My entire FWHR reached a record-breaking 0.9, making me the first known human to achieve reverse-chad status. My philtrum tripled in size, my maxilla receded so far back that my eyes started seeing into the 4th dimension, and my cheekbones completely vanished. At this point, the UN declared my face a global emergency. They sent in a team of elite scientists to study my condition, but the moment they stepped into my hut, their skulls spontaneously collapsed like crushed soda cans. The government labeled me as a Class-5 Biohazard and sent me to an underground facility for testing. The CIA, FBI, NASA, and SpaceX all collaborated to figure out what went wrong. I was forced to undergo experimental treatments including: Orbital Bone Reinflation Therapy Mandibular Electro-Shock Reshaping Maxilla Hyper-Projection Surgery AI-Generated Facial Reconstruction via Deep Learning Algorithms None of it worked. In fact, it made me worse. My skull became so compressed that I accidentally discovered time travel by blinking too hard. Every time I closed my eyes, I woke up 200 years in the past, but the moment I looked in a mirror, my timeline reset itself. One day, I escaped the facility by squeezing through the air vents (since my skull had become 98% smaller than its original size). I ran to the nearest city, but the moment I stepped outside, entire buildings collapsed from the sheer gravitational pull of my facial structure. Planes fell from the sky. The Earth's magnetic field reversed. Animals started evolving at rapid speeds. Eventually, the government gave up trying to contain me. They launched me into deep space using a SpaceX rocket, hoping I would never return. But little did they know—I had ascended beyond the need for oxygen, food, or even a physical body. Now, I drift through the cosmos, searching for a way to reverse the curse of thumbpulling. I have become a legend, feared by civilizations across the galaxy. If you ever look up at the night sky and see a star flicker unnaturally… just know… That’s me. DO NOT THUMBPULL.
